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The sweetness of a poisoned apple

Pairing: Lilia Calderu x reader

Summary: Lilia has never been too fond of Halloween as her past was full of horrible things that kept her from breaking free from her bubble, but with you in her life maybe she could begin to live a little and let herself experience that which she thought was never hers to enjoy.

Warnings: magic, Halloween, metions of blood and injuries (they are just comments, not actual threats) bondage, spanking, Dom/Sub, power play, smut (+18), swearing, oral (Lilia receiving), fingering (Lilia receiving), oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), squirting, mommy kink, degrading kink, pet names, tit play, overstimulation and edging, fishnets, strap ons... (if anything need to be added do tell me)

Author's note: It's been a while but I promised that I was working on it and here you have the Halloween Lilia fic. There's a lot of smut because i kept coming up with stuff and had a situation that kept from writing for so long. I hope that you all like it and as always, tell me if I need to be more graphic, if I'm lacking in something... I accept ideas and suggestions that you might have. Also available on Ao3. Finally, let's thank Patti Lupone for giving us Lilia Calderu, and Jac for writing her so beautifully.

Shoutout to @bravewithacapitalb for being my beta reader and @p2pecleanerwitheyes for helping with certain things in the fic

Word count: 26K (failed attempt at making it short)

The sweetness of a poisoned apple

If she didn’t hurry the hell up, you’d be home before she was done, and her surprise would go out the window, which she’d be really pissed about after all the hard work she had put into this for you. She had been thinking about it for a couple of years now and she would have done it earlier if Agatha and the munchkins hadn’t knocked on her door to take a stroll down the witches road, something one usually does every weekend of course, because the prospect of kicking the bucket is exactly what one wants to do for a girls night, and after coping with the trauma of almost being turned into a kebab (her own choice, she knew that, but no less traumatising) she had finally went ahead and done it.

You’d been trying to get her to enjoy Halloween for so long now, maybe decades, and Lilia was proud to say that she had warmed up to many traditions she had abandoned due to time and men, like the Wheel of the Year, celebrating Samhain and Yule amongst other seasonal festivals, some of them with a Christian touch due to her Sicilian heritage that was heavily influence by that religion, but Halloween itself had been at the bottom of the list. She knew its origin of course, and she understood the principle, but the patriarchy and capitalism had made such a joke of it in the last century or so that, along with the witch hunts, once she moved to the US, Lilia had refused to even acknowledge its existence.

That was, of course, until you came into her life and her vision of the world began to broaden and move past the pain and traditional roles people had tried to push onto her. Things had started a year or so after you two had met, when you came to her small apartment with bags full of candy and chocolates to give out and Lilia had looked at you like you had grown three heads.

Why would you engage in such a holiday that showed witches as horrible beings that had green skin and ate children while cursing people left and right? You had seen in her eyes the offence, the way she was wondering if she was truly viewed like that, as a monster that would curse whole generations for fun, and upon gazing at her perfect face, doe eyes staring at you like a deer caught in headlights while her hands held onto her gown, knuckles turning white, you realised that maybe such an innocent holiday wasn’t so innocent for her.

That night she had explained everything she could remember about the hunts making emphasis on how different things had been between Europe and the US, how the old continent would drown or burn at the stake on very few occasions. How in almost every colony she went to in the US there would be a death per day for months on end, about how friends had left without a trace in hopes of not getting caught, of loved ones that were brutally murdered before her eyes, watching as decades went by and a pagan holiday that was supposed to welcome harvest season had turned into a parody of a minority, which had moved from being chased and executed to being portrayed as either sluts or dangerous beings.

That night you had sat, listened and understood that after 450 years Lilia had every right to be angry and disappointed at the world, but she was too sweet, too caring to become bitter and she needed to see that she wasn’t stuck back in Sicily having visions of death anymore, that no one was chasing her and men no longer had power over her head, though you highly doubted she was one to be pushed around by a dick with eyes, and so you decided on doing the most childlike thing ever and watched “Halloween Town” with her for the very first time to show her that not everyone would view her as anything but kind-hearted Lilia if she went out into the world as the witch she was, who just happened to have a gift that she cherished and yet struggled with.

Seeing her practically glued to the screen reflecting on hundreds of years of oppression and taboos as Debbie Reynolds greeted werewolves, goblins and trolls, normalcy absolutely overrated when you were a cool a witch as Lilia was, every preconceived notions she had had about Halloween shattered in between her fingers and opened a door that had only creaked wider and wider, making her realise that deep within her trauma there was still light, happy things that she had once loved now at the grasp of her fingertips once again, as if they had never left.

From then on getting her to enjoy certain things around Halloween had become easier and easier though she still thought that capitalism had poisoned it beyond salvation, but she understood that for little kids it caused no harm, it was the adults she was sort of pissed at even now. Horror films turned out to be her favourite genre, especially the Warren films after meeting Rio and witnessing a ghost or two in her lifetime, which just so happens that allowed her to see the truth and the relative lies or dramatics behind it all. Truth be told, and you’d never find out about this or you’d tease her about it until the end of days, Lilia enjoyed spending those nights cuddled up with you, holding you until a jump-scare would make you hide your face on her chest, laughter ringing out from in between her rosy lips as a human being levitated or vomited blood on the screen of her old, static telly.

By now she knew the classics like “Hocus Pocus”, which much to her own surprise she loved and you would find her humming “I put a spell on you” while she cleaned or cooked, sometimes even while you two had been renovating the new house, painting and ripping carpets. “Practical Magic” and “Scooby Doo” had followed as well as all the Disney specials because she had turned out to be a huge Disney fan and loved to sway in her nightgown at the sound of “This is love” from Cinderella when sleep still hadn’t come to her by midnight, your arms around her waist while the clocked ticked away and the stars shone bright amongst a peaceful ocean of silver and love, no fairy Godmother’s or pumpkin carriages waiting. You had even caught her singing “Sweet mockingbird” while working in the garden as she attended to her lilies and morning glories, dawn breaking through the horizon in golden hues and tender clouds of pink.

The next step had been decorations, which she warmed up to pretty fast when you explained to her that most of her stuff she could actually have out and about without worrying about people commenting on everything, a stupid trait for stupid people. Crystals, tarot cards, reading tables and many many more things now had some sort of cohesive pattern with all the things you laid out and glued around the house, or at least you tried to make it all make sense but putting a Mickey mummy next to a four century old set of tea leaves Lilia used to use back when she was young in Sicily was a bit of an effort. Thankfully your wife was a good sport and moved her own things around to tell a story, her story for anyone who cared to listen or simply see.

Jen and Agatha were the first ones to pick up on the pattern, observing the way certain crystals laid out in a circle around the statue of a ghost with a pumpkin or the way flowers and spices filled glass jars with words written in Italian across the front of them, names perfectly carved onto candles with dried plumeria petals. Sharon was simply oblivious while Alice asked Jen in hushed tones. Rio didn’t need to figure anything out or ask questions, after all she had been there, in the shadows, every minute of Lilia’s life and knew exactly where everything came from and the meaning behind it, aside from holidays or magic, smelling the rosemary and orange blossom leaves she kept in a tiny box her Maestra had gifted her, burning in between the incense. Of course, you hadn’t wanted the festivity to be sad or too serious, and your homemade arts and crafts that were glued to windows and walls helped Lilia learn to embrace the funny and stupid part of the holiday; the best part in your opinion. All this translated into baking as well.

While she had gotten her surprise ready for you Lilia had checked on the pumpkin pie she had in the oven, fighting with her eyeshadow palette and eyeliner, the cinnamon rolls with caramel apple syrup she had baked after you had left for work already cooling down on a rack on the counter. This bit was her favourite indeed. Dammit, she was Sicilian, cooking was in her blood as much as magic coursed through her veins; she would not be the first Sicilian that didn’t at least make one perfect, flavourful dish, per day. She genuinely thought her Maestra would hit her with a frying pan if she was still alive and saw her living off takeaway and precooked meals when Lilia was perfectly capable of making delicious food. Plus, the fact that she was damn good and enjoyed it immensely now that she didn’t have to be at her shop all day every day to earn a buck or two.

Jennifer had been kind enough to connect her to better paid jobs that allowed her to have an extremely flexible schedule and paid far more, allowing her to actually have visions and premonitions instead of having to lie to her customers and push her heritage and power away. You had introduced her to the world of cookie cutters and pie pans that came in every shape and form but Lilia had refined the recipes until they were near perfection and purchased even more crazy things that you would have never thought of, like food colourings in neon shades and huge blocks of different types of chocolates that were imported from her hometown. Her favourite thing: Nutella brownies with bright green gooey chocolate in the middle in the shape of a witch’s cauldron (it was a myth really and Lilia had made very sure to explain to you that no witch really worked with such items; not anymore).

From her vanity Lilia lifted her gaze towards the clock on the wall, the open window next to her letting a gentle, warm breeze float into the bedroom making the linen curtains sway softly, a robin or two chirping happily on the windowsill. It was getting close to seven so you’d be arriving home in no time, or you should if traffic allowed it, but the wait made her heart slam against her ribs, hands shaking slightly as she finished up her makeup. Ever since your alarm had gone off that morning, Lilia had been on the verge of hysterics or a panic attack, depending on the moment, unsure whether what she was doing was appropriate or even right for today, and as much as she wanted to forget about it all and act like it would be just another day she knew you’d be beyond excited when you saw her and she couldn’t help but imagine your smile, eyes sparkling in the warm bedroom light at the sight, and that single image was enough to make her carry on.

Getting the fishnets on had been one hell of a struggle, her toes getting stuck on the holes more times than she could count but she persevered and dressed up exactly as she had been planning for months, her legs the centre of attention under the skirt. They were one of your weaknesses and Lilia knew and planned certain things around that little bit of information, and this time it was mostly so you’d be rendered speechless once or twice throughout the night. Yeah, she could zip you up with a flick of her wrist, but it was much more fun to see you blushing and babbling like an idiot when she lifted her leg or pretended to adjust her shoe like the innocent little witch she pretended to be.

The reflection that met her in the mirror had long black lashes that fluttered each time she blinked, deep doe eyes framed in smoky greys and blacks, lips glistening a deep burgundy under the golden light that crept from the windows as the brush finished applying the gloss. Curls framed her face in perfect rivulets; the rest piled in an orderly manner on top of her head in a mass of greys and brunette strands that suited her bone structure and sun kissed skin and contrasted with the shade that she was wearing. Before she could inspect her outfit once again the sound of keys turning reached her ears, the door creaking open after a minute in which Lilia stood and grabbed a thick golden cape from on top of her duvet, the soft velvet caressing her palms.

Your footsteps mixed with hers, heels echoing against the walls as you headed to the living room to drop your bag and Lilia wrapped herself in her cape and came to stand at the top of the stairs, the hood hiding her face in gentle shadows that would not frighten you but make curiosity peak inside your chest. Her name fell from your lips as easy as breathing, calling her while the sweet aroma of pumpkin spice and cinnamon mixed in the air and filled your lungs, your vampire make up a bit worse for wear but still good, your outfit comfortable yet cute as not to draw to much attention at the museum, the long white dress surprisingly without a stain, your figure hugged by a deep red corset that seemed to suit the bride of Dracula vibe you had been going for, although now you could lift the tits and make them stand out if you so desired (no children under your supervision anymore).

-Lils? Are you in the kitchen? I have to show you these pics I took of these little kids that came to visit the exhibition today. Oh my God, there was this ghost and this pumpkin that will melt your heart. – your eyes were glued to the screen of your phone, fingers sliding down the gallery in search of the aforementioned pictures but as you walked past the stairs a figure came into your peripheral vision forcing you to stop in your tracks. There she stood, wrapped in silk and velvet the shade of molten gold, embroidered patterns in deeper shades showing off the typical Sicilian heritage you had learnt so much about, the fabric clean but clearly worn and loved yet in great condition but what your eyes were locked in wasn’t the cap, it was the face that hid in the shadows. – Lilia?

A foot peeked from under the cape dressed in delicate black heels that tied around her ankle with deep red soles, the sight of her calves in nothing but fishnets up to her knee, the cape not allowing anything else to be seen, sent your heart into overdrive, hammering against your ribs. She was deliberately slow walking down the stairs, details on the shoes like velvet roses telling you that they were new and probably very expensive but, in your opinion, totally worth it. The closer she got to you the better you could see that her fish nets were made out of small diamonds, a thick, black line running from her Achilles tendon, up her calf and behind her knee until you couldn’t follow it anymore, mouth dry and mind racing wondering what was underneath, if anything was underneath.

Maybe you shouldn’t be dressed as a vampire and instead a s poor virginal maiden that was being bewitched by this powerful and gorgeous sorcerer, your personal space invaded by a deep and rich zagara perfume, like orange blossoms that hid sweet vanilla and amber tones, comforting smells that she carried on her skin and clothes, the shadows no longer able to hide those chocolate eyes from you, wide and full of a sparkling magic that you both could feel in the air, like static.

-Li… Lilia?

-Yes, doll? – her hand slid from under her cape to caress your cheek, her skin warm against yours, the sun casting rainbows on her lips and soft pinks on the apples of her cheeks, glittery sparkles gathered on her perfect curls as if she had been bathed in fairy dust, voice as sweet and thick as honey, low and as sexy as you had ever heard. Your eyes just couldn’t take enough of her, from the way her eyes caught the light to the way her body was painted with freckles that travelled down her neck, where a black choker with a perfect ruby resting in the middle contrasted beautifully with her skin.

-I’m home.

-I see that, darling. Nice day at work my beloved blood sucker?

-Yeah, ye… yeah. That’s gorgeous, Lils. Where did you get it?

-This old thing? It was made for me when I was young, before I left home. I thought it might like to see the light of day after four hundred years.

-Great decision, indeed.

-But it’s not the cape that I wanted to show you. – her fingers traced the shape of her sun brooch, teasing you, making you hold your breath, but she didn’t unclasp it, simply walked past you towards the kitchen, speaking over her shoulder as her eyes locked with yours. If you hadn’t glued the fangs on that morning, they would have fallen out of your mouth by now with the way you were gaping at her. - Would you like some coffee?

Coffee? She was asking about coffee when she looked as if she had just popped out of Cinderella?! You were waiting for her to pull a wand out and turn a pumpkin into a carriage not to hand you a cup of coffee and a cinnamon roll. With clumsy steps you followed her just in time to see her pulling the hood down and letting you see the pearls and sparkles that had been pinned to her curls, perfectly coiled around the nape of her neck as her hands skilfully prepared a caramel macchiato for you. The room filled up with smell of salted caramel for a moment before being overtaken by the bitter but delicious aroma of freshly made coffee from Lilia’s trusty moka, deep liquid pouring from the column and you, like an idiot, just stood there, observing, as if Lilia hadn’t done this very action a thousand times before.

There was just something utterly enchanting about her, her movements, her soft sighs, the way the sun glided off her face and over her shoulders like hands of a goddess that followed the shape of her nose and lips and traced the column of her neck with her fingertips. Slowly your brain was beginning to function, moving a little past her looks onto the question of why she was wearing that, what had made her dive into her closet and pull out such a unique and gorgeous piece, and of course the main question: what the hell did she want to show you if it wasn’t the cape?!

Pouring your drink into one of your glass mugs Lilia wrapped up her work in just a few minutes, turning to see you sitting at the kitchen table looking up at her like she held every answer in the universe, curiosity behind your eyes. It didn’t take a genius to know what you wanted, and Lilia knew perfectly well that she was dragging it deliciously and had you wrapped around her finger, her gentle hands placing your coffee before you with a sneaky wink. You thought she was trying to build up the tension but in truth the poor woman was nervous as hell and unsure if you would like your surprise and part of her was really focusing on that fear, making her drag it all out, although you didn’t seem to be annoyed or frustrated at her antics.

Eyes followed every step she took, the movement of her hands over delicate porcelain as she poured herself some tea, the amber liquid steaming up in perfect coils against her rosy cheeks, the sound of the oven and the clicking of the timer filling up the room blending the comfortable silence that had settled around you. Would she wait until you drank your coffee to show you whatever it was, she was hiding? That seemed a logical thought, so you began to chug it down, ice clinking against the fake fangs, caramel and chocolate soothing the bitter taste of the coffee but enhancing the smoky flavour of the blend Lilia usually bought, and yet she went about her actions slowly, like there was no rush at all, two spoonful of sugar dissolving into her tea with the help of the swaying of the spoon, her nails painted turquoise. That detail had only just clicked in your brain, your eyes following her hands as she had lifted the cup from the counter towards her mouth, her body turning until the small of her back was resting against the edge and she was facing you once again.

-Did you have a nice day, darling? I asked you before, but you didn’t answer.

-Sorry, I was paying attention. I had a wonderful day. The kids were really well behaved, and they loved the little trick or treating we did.

-That’s great. Did your colleagues like your costume?

-They actually did. I think they were expecting me to be covered in fake blood, but we had little kids coming in, I didn’t want to scare them, and you would kill me if I stained anything in the house.

-That I would. You have to send a picture to the group chat or Alice will hate you for centuries to come. She loved the idea when you first suggested it, and I won’t have my sweet girl upset because of you.

-I won’t piss off your honorary daughter, don’t worry. I’ll take a selfie or ask someone to take a picture when I go around the block to do some trick or treating. Before our movie marathon.

-About that. – the clinking of the cup as Lilia put it back on its saucer echoed for a moment, Lilia’s heart racing in her chest, hands shaking on her lap underneath the cape so you wouldn’t see. – What would you say if we went together this year?

-Together? Like actually trick or treating around the neighbourhood?

-Yes, I believe that’s what you do on Halloween and what you’ve been trying to get me to do with you since the dawn of time. Well guess what, you have that chance today.

-Are you serious?! – the glass mug nearly tipped over the edge of the table as you pushed the chair away, standing so fast your vision became black for a second or two but it was unimportant, the excitement you felt was like fireworks going off inside your body making your fingertips tingle and your heart nearly escape your chest. Lilia didn’t have time to push you away before you were hugging her and holding onto her forearms as you bounced on the spot, her frame shaking with the force with which you were hopping. Lilia would never get tired of the sight of you so full of joy, so happy at the smallest things and so excited to share them with her. – Oh my God, yes! Oh, we can go with two matching pumpkin bags, and we’ll get double the amount of candy!! You are going to love the Kehirs and the Tullys. They have full size chocolate bars and little alcohol bottles that you can collect. They are awesome. And we can check out the costumes the kids wear and see Sharon’s grandkids and help them get the good stuff!! This is going to be so fucking cool, Lils!

-One step at a time, darling. – melodious laughter fell from her burgundy lips, her head tilting back just a little but at no point did her eyes stary from your face, your beautiful and joyful face that warm her heart and made her feel cozy and fuzzy inside. – We can do all those things, just give me some time to get to know the tradition.

-Of course, of course. Whatever you need. Oh! We have to get you a costume! Something nice but sexy, or maybe cute. A princess? A ghost? Maybe you can go as a jazz singer or…

-Y/N, I’ve already taken care of that. Why do you think I have this cape on?

-Sometimes you wear clothes from centuries ago, I thought maybe it was one of those days, though it was kinda strange when you said that wasn’t what you wanted to show me. It’s your costume what’s underneath?

-No, the scarecrow in the garden is wearing my costume. Of course it’s underneath you scemo. But you don’t get to see it yet.

-Why?

-Because it’s a surprise and I’m not showing it yet. Be patient, doll, you’ll see it soon, I promise.

-How soon is soon? -Lilia’s left brown rose in a way that said “don’t ask anymore questions” but the twinkle in her eyes and the gentle tugging of the corners of her lips told you that she wasn’t being as stern as she could, actually more playful than anything else. Tenderly she removed your hands from her forearms to walk over to the table, only a few drops of coffee left amongst the melting ice, but that didn’t deter you from following her while mumbling about the plan you had had for the evening and telling her all about the modifications you’d do so Lilia would have all the fun in the world. – Okay, okay. I have matching bags upstairs, I’ll go to the bathroom and pull them out of the closet, and you tell me if you like them, but I’m sure you will.

-We can use a basket as well.

-No, no, if we are doing this, we are doing it right and that means going all out. Pumpkin bags, a proper route, you name it. I’ll be right back!

Even with the heels you were wearing you slid out of the kitchen, dress flowing around your legs as if a hurricane had burst through the front door at the speed with which you were rushing towards the staircase and two by two you leaped up to the second floor. Left behind Lilia watched you with an amused smirk, your joy refreshing even after being with you for so long. Seeing you like this was like seeing a little kid seeing snow for the first time, its flakes swaying slowly in the air reflecting light in pastel rainbows as they fell from pearly white clouds, your hands extended to welcome the icy cold on your palms.

There was just so inherently pure in you always finding happiness from the smallest things and Lilia hoped you would never ever lose that gift because it made you a most unique human and she loved that part of you more than she loved anything in her life. Walking slowly around the kitchen she cleared up your mug by pouring the ice onto the sink and putting it in the dishwasher, her cup of tea floating from the saucer to where she stood as Lilia moved her left fingers lazily without looking, already a pro at this domestic use of her magic.

Loud footsteps echoed from upstairs as you moved around but it was overshadowed by the sharp ringing of the oven letting Lilia know that her pumpkin pie was done. The cape folded neatly at her feet as she bent to open the door, the smell of cinnamon and vanilla hitting her along with a wave of heat that made her turn her head away for a second so her eyes wouldn’t practically melt and with mittens the shade of deep green pulled the pie out and onto the stove, the crust a perfect golden colour and the filling a most delicious amber shade.

Expert hands made perfect pastries, and your taste buds could vouch for that but this one in particular was out of bounds until Lilia said so and that would probably be a couple of hours minimum, until you returned from trick or treating. You still couldn’t believe it. Lilia was coming with you for the first time ever and she had even dressed up!! After finishing your business in the bathroom you found yourself rummaging inside the closet, pushing boots and boxes out of the way until you found a left over plastic container where random bits and bobs had been placed after decorating and at the bottom, because this things are always at the bottom somehow, were two lovely bags in the shape of pumpkins with the words “Ain’t she like a witch” in one of them while the other had “Bewitched by her zils, baby”. Internal jokes that only Lilia would understand.

With the goods in hand, you rushed out of the bedroom and back downstairs without putting anything away, which you knew would piss Lilia off, but it was a risk you were willing to take. Midway your heels stumbled a little on the carpet making you lose your balance for a second and slide down two stairs before you grabbed onto the banister but apart from the beat your heart had skipped, you carried on as if you hadn’t just almost died one of the most boring deaths ever and headed for the kitchen. Lilia might be small and cute but she wasn’t so tiny you’d lose her in between the kitchen chairs or behind a curtain, so either you had missed her in the hallway or she had to be in the living room because she wouldn’t just vanish (she could do it but to be honest she was too lazy to do that, too much of a passenger princess).

Still panting and with your heart trying to keep up with the rush of adrenaline and the pumping of blood all over your body, you managed to walk to the living room only to find her perfectly poised on her favourite armchair next to the window overlooking the garden. Her cup of tea was levitating lazily next to her, a silver spoon steering the amber liquid slowly, the hem of a skirt or petticoat peeking from where the cape had opened up as she had sat, white linen peppered with small plumeria and honey lilies embroidered in gold as silver primrose petals and fig and olive leaves seemed to float down the fabric, as if they were falling from high up branches, carried by tender breezes during summer.

You had never seen anything in her closet with those colours or shapes and it made you wonder if she had had her costume made specifically for today or if she had been hiding a dress from another time and only just decided to pull it out from the shadows; either way you could not wait for the reveal. Standing behind the couch you showed her the bags which received a smile and a motion for you to get closer so she could inspect them, but she made no attempt to keep drinking her tea and you weren’t sure if you could wait until she was done with her cup.

Hell, you’d down the whole thing in one gulp if it got you closer to seeing what on Earth she was wearing! The fabric of the bags was softer than Lilia had expected for what looked to be a tote and it wasn’t small enough that only a couple of sweets would fit but not too big either; she didn’t want to seem overbearing or anxious for things that children would enjoy more than her, or that at least were meant for them. The quotes on the front, right beneath the pumpkins made her chuckle softly, an approving smile breaking on her burgundy lips, the sight making your heart skip a bit as you clasped your hands excitedly, like you could burst from joy.

-When did you make this?

-Oh… I think a year ago or so. There was an offer at the museum for some extra bags that came with a bonus we got after the holidays, and I asked for this in case one day we actually went trick or treating. I just didn’t think it would be today. Do you like them?

-They are lovely, amore. When were you planning on leaving? Before I joined, I mean. – swaying softly the cup travelled down to her hands, red marks imprinted on the porcelain rim as she took a sip, steam still floating like branches that caressed her cheeks, doe eyes watching you through thick eyelashes.

-In ten minutes more or less. We can leave right now though! We’ve got the bags, and we are all dressed up, we don’t have to wait.

-What about my tea? – the amber liquid vanished from the cup, but not as fast as you would have wanted it, and Lilia was really pushing this game of making you wait when you wanted to go out and have fun with her and show her off and see her costume and get candy and just have fun! It was taking every ounce of control not to take the damn thing and drink it yourself, so with shaky hands and a strained smile you tried to convince her.

-Is it necessary? I mean you can heat it up later, we have a brand-new microwave and magic. Do you reeeeeeally need to have it right now?

-Why not? The houses will still be there in ten minutes, won’t they?

-Please Lilia! – your knees hit the carpet with a thud, the weight pulling your dress down ever so slightly, the satin of the skirt pooling around you like a sea of pure snow that wrapped around your skin, your hair falling in waves down your back in contrast with the gown and your red lips while you clasped your hands against your chest, nails longs and sharp and voice pleading like a child who begs for ice cream. - I want to go! I want to see your costume! Can we go, pretty please? Pleeeeease? – when you looked at her like an innocent girl Lilia just couldn’t deny you a thing. With a swift sway of her wrist the cup flew towards the coffee table and laid to rest over the worn wood, Lilia bending until her face was barely a few inches from yours, her hand under your chin lifting your head so she could look at you better, at your plump lips and sharp fangs that peaked ever so slightly from your mouth, your chest rising and fallen under your corset in hurried breaths, soft looks of hair threatening to slide of your shoulder if you moved even a bit.

-So well behaved. Maybe I have taught you well after all. – bloody red and burgundy carmines were so close to mixing that you could count the spots in Lilia’s irises, but the kiss was barely feather light and left you wondering if you really wanted to go out or to stay in and see what she had underneath the costume, the taste of vanilla a ghostly flavour on your lips. – I’ll drink it later, since you asked so nicely. Up, doll, show me how you mortals’ trick or treat.

With the grace of a swan Lilia slid to the edge of her armchair and stood, towering before you for an instant before you scattered to your feet nearly stumbling on the hem of your dress but managed to push yourself up with the help of her, hands held out for you to grab that made the cold spot under your chin vanish as her warmth bathed your body once again, a suggestive shadow passing through her eyes as she locked eyes with you before her mask of innocence fell once again. If someone looked through the window they would see an innocent divination witch who looked as if she had never done anything even remotely dark or naughty, but you knew better and it sent a shiver down your spine just how fast she could switch between someone who could keep you from walking for two days and a sweet little angel of pure thoughts and soul that could practically walk on water.

She might actually be able to walk on water, you thought, watching as she began to walk around the couch and out into the hallway with your hand still in hers, following like a lovesick puppy. You barely had time to gran your bat shaped purse, where both your phone and Lilia had mysteriously appeared, before you were crossing the front door, windows shutting upstairs without any help, the beautiful maple trees and magnolias you had in the garden swaying softly at the warm breeze that danced around them making them look like they were sighing happily as the sun began to set over the horizon.

Lilia let go of your hand so she could lock the door, giving you the chance to put you bag over your head so no one would be able to pull it and steal it while out, your steps slow but secure as you adjusted the strap while walking down the paved path. With your attention elsewhere for a moment Lilia was able to drop her mask a little and close her eyes, breathing deeply to steady her racing heart before you turned around and locked eyes with her. It was now or never, she thought, and with slightly shaky hands finally pushed her cape open, the velvety fabric draping over her shoulders delicately, revealing dozens of perfectly detailed constellations embroidered into the golden lining, tarot cards that anyone could recognise as part of Lilia’s personal set scattered in silver.

The ruffling of her clothes caught your attention, your body twisting to look at her while your feet still remained on the same spot, and it was as if time had stood still, the breeze that had been dancing between branches freezing around you, butterflies flying in slow motion above Lilia’s head as gentle rays of sunshine painted her face, making her glow, eyes widening as her outfit was finally revealed to you. Every inch of her body was dressed in dark turquoise satin, exquisite and elegant golden embellishments perfectly placed around her skirt and corset, as if they had been strategically stitched there for a purpose.

At first glance the dress resembled a 1700s hundreds gown, with gentle ruffles on the fitted sleeves and the hem of the robe, her torso laced up by a corset where the golden embroideries resembled that of a blooming branch of plumerias, Lilia’s breasts nearly spilling from the low cut neckline though she didn’t seem bothered by it, quite the opposite. In these clothes Lilia seemed comfortable, as if in between every stitch and ever flower a joyful, loving memory resided, as if the white stomacher and skirt told a story of innocence and fun in gardens with never ending rows of trees and fountains while the robe that wrapped around her told stories of summer nights walking by the river bend in the English countryside amongst morning glories and magnolias, the flowers always shining in gold while the trees swam around the deep but tender waves of turquoise rivers and lakes in silver, Lilia’s history preserved in fabrics instead of books, reflecting tales that only the small butterflies that flew in between petals could tell.

Every single detail, every thread was cohesive and guided you to moments that Lilia had never told you about, and for an instant you could almost see her wearing this exact gown while strolling through Sicily’s streets without worry or care, the aroma of saltwater drifting through the air, tiny invisible crystals growing in between each thread, attaching to her very soul. It was clear that this dress had lived in different places and in both Lilia had found love and comfort and instead of letting the memories fade as time went by, she had decided to capture it all hoping that one day someone would be able to read her story the way she had intended back then. Stitch by stich, flower by flower.

Your fingers ached to follow the neckline of her robe, feeling the satin against your skin, to place your palms against her forearms and slide them down the sleeves until you could gather the ruffles around her elbows in between each finger, her warmth seeping through the gown. Without even realising you were moving you found yourself taking slow but sure steps towards her, hands reaching out but you did not take her hands this time, you rested your palms around her waist, gathering her heat and the coolness of the fabric on your flesh, feeling the boning of her corset and the embroideries which a different texture to the rest of the dress.

The panniers under her gown made the skirt of the robe have more volume but it didn’t make her look like a caricature or as if she was drowning in her gown, everything had been measured down to the smallest detail enhancing her every curve, making her sun kissed skin contrast beautifully with the colours, like foam forming on the crest of a wave before it crashes out against the sand, causing ripples on the surface and the fine sea bottom, each unique and alive for mere minutes.

Lilia was that sea, temperamental and strong but also calm and caring, bringing life when the world only thought she could see death, but never brief and always one of a kind. Clouds of floral aromas caressed your skin and filled your lungs, fabrics holding onto fragrances, comforting for Lilia and a welcome touch for you, but you could still smell Lilia’s vanilla and amber perfume witch hints of incense, the pearls and sparkles she had pinned onto her curls shinning as if a fairy Godmother had turned her raggedy dress into this beautiful ballgown, ready to fall in love with you without clocks or evil stepsisters.

-Do you like it? – there was a hint of doubt in her voice, words stumbling a little as she spoke them, her eyes glancing between your face and where your hands were holding onto her waist, her breaths slightly more hurried than she would have liked.

-Like it? It’s magnificent Lils. I have never seen something so beautiful, and it makes you look like a princess.

-This is what a witch wears in 1749, though I was a countess back then, so close enough. I think still might be, not sure. But that’s off topic. You think this counts as a costume? I didn’t want to engage in the sexualization of witches and wear something slutty because that’s not what we wear on a daily basis, but I understand that the concept of trick or treating is dressing up.

-It’s perfect. You just do some magic here and there, like fireworks or stuff like that and everyone will know you are a witch and not Marie Antoinette.

-I actually thought of something for that. – of course she would, Lilia always had something planned. With a quick snap of her fingers small will-o'-the-wisps sparked around the two of you, growing diligently until they became like floating flames that danced like nymphs under a waterfall, agile and graceful, never dimming and unable to vanish unless Lilia commanded so, guides for the lost and lights that pushed away the darkness in hues of green, purple, orange, pink, blue and gold. The blue flame approached your cheek, curious like a young child discovering the world around them, it’s warmth and energy crackling in the air but it never burnt your skin. The purple and green flames circled each other almost as if they were chasing one another but never touched, the orange and pink floating like companions leaving a trail of peach coloured dust as the golden one overlooked them all, a sentinel of ancient knowledge and power with a nurturing aura. – Nice touch don’t you think? The wisps can do whatever they want as long as they keep close to us to guide us, though they won’t do much of that, and I’m pretty sure Antoinette couldn’t do this, so win-win. And they look cute which is a plus.

-This is awesome. I have the hottest and most beautiful wife who thinks of everything. We are going to get all the full-size chocolate bars for certain. – suddenly she placed her hands on top of yours, moving closer to you until you could feel her hot breath on your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. Her voice carried a low and sultry tone and Lilia made sure to speak at a calculated speed to make sure her words and meaning were clear in your hazy mind.

-And maybe if you are a good vampire, you can get something better than full-size chocolates when we are done. This dress has a surprise I added just for you, and you might earn it tonight.

That was definitely better than any candy you could get tonight, like infinitely better. To have Lilia strip naked, straddling you with her curls still pined back and decorated with pearls, heavy breasts pressed against your chest, maybe even bouncing as she rode you, the sounds she was capable of making ringing in your ears; screams, moans, grunts, your name falling from her lips, lipstick smudged making her mask of perfection dressed in satin fall apart. Just to imagine her with a thin layer of sweat with her gown crumpled on the floor made your body temperature rise a degree or two, goosebumps rising all over your skin, mouth dry and hands sweaty where they were digging into Lilia’s waist but the witch didn’t seem bothered, not when she knew the effect she had on you and the things that were running through your mind.

That pretty brain of yours was so predictable after all this years, dirty and creative, and Lilia took the chance to lean into your body and press herself until no air was left between the two of you, no personal space, only perfumes mixing like vanilla and raspberries on top of a cake, her corset allowing you to feel how her bosom was practically fighting to escape the garment with each breath Lilia took. You could not move, you could not think, getting drunk on every inch of her, and she was still fully dressed, legs trembling slightly as her hands traced the shape of your jawline and collarbones.

How could you not believe that witches could enchant people when you were sure Lilia had bewitched you and had you at her mercy? You’d die for her, kill for her (either way, what bliss), worship the air she breathed and kissed the floors she walked on, ripping your heart and giving it to the Divine mother if she asked, slaughtering enemies with your bare hands to protect her until the skin blistered and broke against the sharp blade of love, her eyes granting you salvation from war and her handkerchief used to clean the blood of those who had wronged her, gone and buried under your triumph. You would have walked down the witch’s road magicless and without help if she asked, unafraid of failure because your reward wouldn’t be power or treasures, it would be her.

Everything for her and because of her, without question or doubt. Her lips caressed your cheek in phantom touches until your mouth was barely millimetres away from hers, breathing in the earl grey that still lingered on her tongue and thankfully this time you were not left begging in silence to feel her, her burgundy carmine mixing perfectly with your red as she kissed you tenderly, the pads of her fingertips holding your jaw in place with a soft grip, after all she didn’t need to use force to keep you exactly where she wanted you. She was delicious, so sweet and intoxicating that made your body lean against hers ever so slightly, but it was too brief, so very brief that in less than a few seconds Lilia had parted from you, leaving you standing over the stone path like a pine tree, licking your lips so her taste would linger for a bit longer.

-Cat got your tongue, doll? Don’t worry, I’ll have plenty to give to you later, when I rip that dress off.

Divine Mother and every other deity in the universe, how could someone who looked so sweet, who was so nurturing and angelic, think and say such filthy things and work you up with barely a touch? Maybe being alive for 450 years had allowed her to refine her flirting game so that with a gentle scratching of her turquoise nails on your cheeks and lips and the seductive way with which she swayed her hips as she walked down the stone path, the space between you growing larger since you were still frozen on the spot, she could have you begging her to do things that would be condemned by the Church and probably several Governments. Still, she said later, and as much your desire was trying to take a hold of you, you had been waiting too damn long to go Trick or treating with Lilia; sex could happen anytime anywhere, Halloween was only once a year and waiting always meant that very good things were coming. You would be, for sure.

Looking over her shoulder, eyes blinking so slowly her eyelashes were saying softly, hiding her perfect chocolate gaze, she waited for an instant until you seemed to be able to move once again, spell lifted but not broken, and began taking clumsy steps towards her, the hem of her dress brushing the leaves on the ground almost tenderly as it was moved by the breeze. As soon as you had reached her, the sun casting shadows between the tree branches until fairies were dancing reflected on the ground in between rays of gold and pink, Lilia lost no time and took your hand in hers, her right one free and holding one of the bags you had given her.

The road was empty, only the sounds of dogs barking in the distance and birds chirping echoing in the air, floating invisibly all over, a world parallel to yours that your eyes could not see and yet it was still there. Sometimes you wondered if Lilia could see things that you couldn’t, like magic drifting as currents, perhaps warm to the touch if she stretched her fingertips to grab them.

She could see people’s auras, it wouldn’t surprise you if she could see time passing by, rewinding and rushing into the future all around her like threads of power and life that began in amongst tender lullabies and kisses, cradled by the Divine Mother, while others ended sharply with fear and torment or blended softly into nothing with words of love and sadness. You always thought that she could see things that no one else could, souls behind hard shells, longings in eyes that were only witnesses to darkness, words that were begging to fall from one’s lips.

It wasn’t so much a hunch but the way that she spoke about things that weren’t there as if you could actually touch them, premonitions without having visions that somehow fell in place like a puzzle exactly as she had said, no mistakes or errors ever gracing her lips. Sometimes you feared Lilia was living in a world parallel to yours. But not today. Today she was here, fully here, her mind calm and relaxed and her magic lazily tracing your veins like tired snakes that are looking for a warm spot to settle in, her steps secure but never rushing. She wanted to enjoy this as much as you, perhaps even more, and running from house to house just wouldn’t be cutting it when the weather was welcoming and the air that floated all over East View was leisureing in between the trees.

The main street was only a couple of minutes from your home, and although some of the houses on your road were decorated and had signs that made it known they would be giving out candy you wanted Lilia to see the sea of kids and parents shouting and laughing and arguing about what candy to eat before it was taken away. The magical part of Halloween was having fun and being a kid for once, something you knew she hadn’t experienced in a while, and it just wasn’t fair. Lilia gave so much to the world everyday and in return she got scraps and silence or used to.

While you were here, married to her, you would give her the universe on a silver platter. Turning around the corner, the sound of laughter and music playing from Bluetooth speakers reached your ears, carried by the breeze along with the smell of candy apples and pumpkin pies, a perfect mix with the aroma of a crisp chill and the falling leaves. It was the perfect Autumn fragrance; recognisable but nearly impossible to describe. And it suited Lilia as if she had been made to stroll down gravel paths with maple leaves crunching under her delicate feet, the dress she was wearing brushing the ground while her cape get her warm from the cold wind while sunlight tried its best to warm up the skies, an infinite sea of baby blue above her head and in her hands a perfect pink rose.

Walking on pavement wasn’t as whimsical as gravel on a forest next to a quiet meadow, but as much as you wanted Lilia to have everything she had ever wanted, she was in fact happiest like this, doing anything with you, cleaning anything with you, simply being with you. Call it minimalistic if you wanted, but Lilia was happy with very little as long as you were in the package.

A door slammed closed across the road making you both jump ever so slightly, Lilia’s head turning fast to see a little girl dressed in a lovely orange dress and a black witches hat rushing down the front stairs talking a thousand miles a minute about her friends waiting for her while her mother, dressed as Velma from Scooby Doo, tried to keep up with her little torpedo, two plastic pumpkins in each hand. Lilia observed the girl for a moment, standing still over the pavement.

There were no warts or green skin, no evil smirks of crooked noses, just a lovely little thing dressed in something she liked with no evil connotations (or fake ass broomsticks) and inside her chest a small bubble of love and hope suddenly formed, her breath hitching in her throat. Had she never paid enough attention to the world around her? Had she been so caught up in her own pain and trauma that had never been witness to the joy of a little girl pretending to be a witch? There was not an ounce of malice in that young thing, and her mother never uttered a word to make her act evil or heartless, just told her not to lose the hat she had made her, sparkles and moons all over the black fabric. Maybe Lilia had underestimated the vision part of the world had of them, maybe…

The girl turned her head out of the blue and her emerald green eyes locked on Lilia and her floating fires and you could almost see the wears in the young things head turning as she connected the dots, eyes widening and her hand shooting to point at her, practically yelling at her mother that the lady across the road was a witch! The older woman turned to look and the grip Lilia had on your hand hardened, her heart skipping a beat as she waited to be reprimanded or cursed, but that never happened.

The girl smiled excitedly and so did her mother, a tiny hand waiving at Lilia as if she was the Queen of England, and with shaky breath she returned the wave, the wisps above her head dancing happily and moving as if they were saying hello as well. She hadn’t uttered a word or taken a single step, but that girl would be talking about this for days with her friends. What she didn’t know was that she had given Lilia hope, a feeling she hadn’t felt in a really long time; hope that at last a witch like her would not have to hide, afraid of what others would do or say.

With a swift snapping of her fingers the sparkles on the girl’s dress began to move, like glitter swimming in a glass of water, the moon on her hat shining as it shifted between each phase gently. The girl showed her mum excitedly, the older woman smiling at Lilia, smiling and not growling or insulting, smiling. In an instant she had made this young’s thing entire year and so the girl began to run down the street screaming about how she had to tell her friend Marlin, her mother chasing after her after mouthing a simple thank you, and as much as they were words they meant so much more to Lilia. A single tear fell from where it had been balancing for an instant on her lower lashes, sliding softly over the apple of her cheek, the feeling of tears wishing to overwhelm her and break free making her shake on her spot. A gift from a witch to a witch.

-Are you okay? – the silence had been deafening in your ears, but you could feel the anxiety and then relief flooding your veins as her magic tensed up all around her, like an armour and weapon ready to protect but now it laid stunned, still in your veins, electric in your hand. The soft tone and quiet words you spoke washed over her like morning dew, blinking away tears as a small smile crept from the corners of Lilia’s mouth.

-Yes. I’m quite alright. In fact, better than alright. – it was surprising with which strength she spoke when she felt as if she was shaking in her heels, about ready to flop on the ground. Slowly she turned around to face you, her hand squeezing yours tenderly. She felt light as air, like she could levitate and never come down from her high, the crushing weight of a world who had never been on her side lifting and vanishing at last, freeing her. Never in a million years had she thought a little girl could do her so much good, a kind smile with no fear and twinkling eyes healing a wound that had been bleeding for so long. – I think I’m liking this holiday already.

-I’m glad you do, Lils. And you’ll love it even more in a minute, I’m positive. Come on.

She let you pull her down the street, her heart racing with excitement, her steps hurried now but she didn’t care. She wanted to see, she wanted to find out for herself what people truly thought of her kind, to see children freely having fun and getting high on glucose as if tomorrow they didn’t have to go to school, to live without worry amongst everyone else while being herself. Perhaps she was levitating slightly, the soles of her heels barely brushing the rough pavement, but you couldn’t care less, her heart soaring and her limbs light as feathers. Reaching the end of the street the music floated louder around the two of you, kids running while teenagers posed and took selfies for Instagram, a couple walking past you with two candy apples.

Lilia was definitely going to get a sugar rush before nine with all this food around cause she had a sweet tooth and could polish anything with chocolate in the house in less than an hour after you brought it in; giving her a bag full of treats was like allowing her to roam free in a Belgian chocolate factory without a time limit, though you would have a glucose hungover adult to take care of by morning, not Willy Wonka. The roads were closed in this part of town to allow people to move around and jump from house to house so there was no worry about cars driving past you, only kids and tired parents who wished they could be at home flopped on the couch for at least five minutes.

You knew the basics of the game: knock on the door, say the magic words and boom, candy and alcohol for a month, but you wondered if Lilia actually knew this as well. She should after all the films you had watched on Halloween but seeing it and living it were two very different things and with all the people before you, she could get easily overwhelmed.

-What house do we go to first? I vote for the one with the skeleton mowing the lawn but if you want to go to the pumpkin patch one, I don’t mind. You are the master of Halloween Y/N, I trust your judgment.

-Uhhhh… Skeleton mowing it is. – okay, maybe you had been worried about absolutely nothing. If Lilia could go through the Witches Road and an entire weekend with Agatha camping out at Yosemite (Rio’s fault, that nature freak just loves to piss Agatha off with hippy stuff like that) she could definitely survive trick or treating. Lilia adjusted her bust and smoothed her skirt before heading towards the house, her bag ready in her hands while you trotted behind her.

-Showtime, baby. - there were towers of plastic pumpkins on the sides of the stone path and plenty of cauldrons bubbling with spiders crawling up the front of the house, a big wooden sign hanging from the porch that said, “Knock if you dare”. Funny thing knocking when there was a doorbell with a ring camera next to the door that when Lilia pressed it seemed to work perfectly, a shrill sound echoing at the other side along with hurried steps. In less than two minutes a woman dressed as the corpse bride opened the door, a smile on her blue lips and a bowl of candy in her hands, her husband behind her in a Herman Munster costume.

-Oh, hello!

-Hi. No, wait. Trick or treat! – the sun shone bright over the horizon, pink and purples splattered above the blue canvas above but not even the golden hour could outshine Lilia’s smile, the excitement making her hands shake as she fought to push her bag towards the lady. – I hope I did it right. I’m new to this.

-You did great ma’am. That dress is stunning; you have to tell me where you got it from.

-I’m afraid it was tailored and the person who made it retired long ago.

-Shame, I would have loved to have one like that. Anyway, here you go! – she did not get a few sweets, the woman literally grabbed a handful of chocolate bars, sweets and bags of gummies and dumped them into Lilia’s bag, leaving half the bowl empty.

–Wow, there’s no need for so many. There won’t be any left for the children.

-Nonsense! Everyone deserves candy today and this being your first time even more so. The kids will get plenty, don’t worry.

-Thank you very much.

-You are most welcome. Enjoy your evening, don’t eat them all in one sitting and happy Halloween!

-Happy Halloween to you too.

One house down, over a dozen more to go. The weight of the bag was reward enough for Lilia and answer enough that she had definitely nailed this whole trick or treating thing. With a swift wave of her blue hand the lady closed the door as Lilia turned towards you, her burgundy lips smiling so bright that she could blind you. Without warning a giggle escaped her throat, a sweet and melodious sound that felt like the first rains after the dry season as she showed you her bag, laughter soon following and then her arms wrapping around your body, glee melting from her frame, magic sparkling inside her and sending jolts of joy through your skin.

It was the little things and the kindness of people that made the difference and you were beyond grateful the woman had been so polite and excited for Lilia to enjoy her first time, all while you stood a couple feet away watching like a proud parent who left go of their child’s bike for the first time, Lilia cycling down the road on her own, free and happy.

-I did it! Look! – she practically put the bag under your nose, her childlike joy making you laugh, your hands moving to hold her by her waist. – Divine Mother! Kirkland all chocolate!! I thought they had discontinued these ones.

-Why did you think that? They’ve been at Costco for centuries.

-I went shopping a couple of years ago and couldn’t find them anywhere and a bored looking man told me they didn’t have them anymore.

-He was obviously wrong. Are you happy? You got a lot of stuff.

-This is absolutely amazing. Let’s go to the other house. I saw a Harry Potter Hershey’s bag that I want. Someone in this street has them and I will get them; I can feel it.

-Are you using your magic to find chocolate bars?

-Maybe? I have powers, doll, might as well use them a bit for fun. Come on!

Lilia nearly flew across the road to get to the other house, and you had to jog to keep up with her but there was just no way anyone was putting a damper on her mood or stopping her from getting her candy. You just hoped no one would be harsh to her because she wasn’t a kid. In the big pumpkin patch a man dressed as Merlin and his teenage daughter, who was wearing a gorgeous Zelda costume, had been rearranging some carved jack-o’ lanterns by the front door when Lilia reached them, her smile a little bit more demure and the bag pressed against the skirt of her dress as to not seem too eager.

The girl was completely stunned by the whisps that floated above your wife’s head but was quick to compliment them and your costumes before Lilia could say trick or treat. It was just adorable to see her like this and even more so to see people smiling and giving their candy away, full size twixs and mars bars now filling up her bag, courtesy of Merlin while his daughter tried to touch the whisps, chasing them over the crunchy ground of her garden in between the pumpkins and scarecrows.

Part of Lilia was still being cautious, careful not to get too excited but it was proving to be a quite difficult task when the things that used to have her chased out of every town where now being looked at with fascination and glee, a childlike joy spreading in every street, floating in the air as darkness began to enfold the world making the orange twinkling lights shine brighter creating blurry shapes on the ground along with purple hues and reddish tones.

With a gentle thank you the two of you stepped back onto the street, the girl waving at Lilia before disappearing back into the house. After knocking on two houses and the concept clear now in Lilia’s head, going from residence to residence was much easier, the road covered in hay and broken leaves as people rushed from one place to the other, music and laughter contagious, your wife practically skipping as people kept on giving her every type of sweet under the sun without judgment, only smiles and happy Halloweens, some of the people that had opened the doors trying to seem scary by laughing or making strange poses but Lilia was completely unbothered, though polite.

She had seen Rio as Death and Agatha yelling at her neighbours when her purple lilies got trampled on by a kid, no fake ass Count Dracula could scare her. Even Sharon was creepier when someone touched her charcuterie board; her voice got lower, and her eyes narrowed like she was calculating which way she could kill you without drawing any suspicion to herself and it was actually so fucking terrifying. Lilia didn’t mind the scary element of this holiday since she knew that it came from a place of fun and laughter, not genuine fear, and most kids and adults seemed to enjoy being screamed at or chased by a maniac with a plastic knife or a chainsaw, adrenaline mixing with the sugar rush some of them were already experiencing.

Some houses had more people on their front doors than others, and one or two were dark with no decorations, curtains drawn even though shapes were moving inside. It was better this way in truth; no child should have and adult yelling at them for celebrating Halloween and be told they needed to seek God or bullshit like that, and the fact that no one even tried to step into their gardens was enough information for Lilia to know that the rule was to leave them alone. Of course, she noted it and kept walking, her bag getting heavier and heavier by the minute, Kit Kats resting among Lindt salted caramel bonbons and strawberry gin mini bottles. They were the good stuff too and would go great for a strawberry lemonade on a hot day, so they were definitely going on the kitchen cabinet above the fridge away from guests, but mainly Agatha.

No thing against the brunette getting drunk in your house, just not with the good stuff unless it was a special occasion and when she was away from Lilia’s favourite and flammable cushions. The air was becoming crisp, colder as the sun began to set, the sky changing like the tide as it brough the depths of darkness and foam to shield the town from bright lights, the gentle clouds of peach, pinks and purples moving slowly as if they were chasing those golden beams that warmed the earth, like tender companions that followed with shields and swords made of smoke to ensure that the perfect balance between day and night remained.

Every silver strand on Lilia’s hair reflected each colour like a rainbow of pearly brush strokes that curled and framed her face and neck, kissing her skin over her jawline and down her throat until the were featherlight touches on her collarbone. Each time you blinked you feared that beauty would vanish, but it remained still in time and space, never wilting, always perfect, and the fact that your bag remained empty showed just how important it was for you to see Lilia happy and being the centre of attention.

At the end of the street you could see the town square, rides and stalls placed all over the cobblestones, and from the corner of your eyes you could see Lilia’s sparkling with curiosity and glee, fixed on the food and games exactly as she had seen in the film “Halloween Town High” and “Hocus Pocus”, fiction becoming reality the same way every child that walked past her pointed and smiled joyfully at a character that up to that point they had believed only lived in fairytales, their books becoming true before their tiny beady eyes.

Lilia noticed every single child that stared in awe and she gave them all a little something to make the encounter even more magical, from a wand that could sparkle on its own to flowers that bloomed over and over on their crowns and bouquets, the tingle of her golden magic tender and delicate like a bubble every single time, nurturing and caring, exactly like her.

Wreaths of lights hung from one side of the town square to the opposite, bats and ghosts dangling from them as you reached the fair, the smell of caramel stronger but delicious, ghouls bowling on the right while elves sold ceramic bowls in the shape of cauldrons and maple leaves on the left. There was literally anything you could think of for sale and Lilia was going to buy crystals and a few herbs 100%. She was predictable like that but in a cute and sweet way.

-Y/N! Look! Candy apples! Can we get some? – it would be so easy to go all mother on her and say that you have food at home just to see her reaction, those burgundy lips pursing in annoyance as she crossed her arms over her chest making her bosom stand out even more underneath her corset but you couldn’t bring yourself to burst the happy bubble she was living in. In her world everything was candy, witches and joy and you were planning on keeping it that way for quite a while.

-Alright, we can get some. Just don’t blame me when your teeth get glued together because of the candy. – hand in hand you began to walk to the closest stand, three other people waiting in line before you, chatting away with their friends or spouses. The person at the other side of the counter was dressed in a cheap version of Ninja Turtle but their cheerful demeanour made up for the shitty costume, a ghostbuster walking away with a bright blue apple in her hand. -No amount of toothpaste will unstick them. Believe me, I’ve tried.

-You just don’t know how to eat them, doll. It’s really not that hard.

-And you do? – your eyebrow shot up before you could stop it, surprise and incredulity mixing on your face. Lilia truly was full of surprises.

-You are married to a candy apple eating pro. There’s physics behind not ruining your teeth, you just have never been taught.

-You think you can do better than me? I’ve been eating this stuff since I was a baby.

-I was here when they were invented, hun. I’m one step ahead already.

-Let’s see who can do better then. The one that finishes the apple with their teeth separated wins.

-And what will the winner get?

-If I win you have to give me the recipe for your baked ziti, the one with the species in the unlabelled jars that you never tell me what they are. Every step and every secret ingredient.

-Fine, but if I win, I keep my recipes secret, as they should be, and you are at my complete mercy until we get home and once we get there you have no say or power, if I decide to do something with you. – when had she stepped back into your personal space? You hadn’t noticed how with each word she had been inching closer and closer until her perfume was once again assaulting your senses, her right hand creeping around your back to pull you closer, her left hand toying with the neckline of your dress even though the weight of the bag was trying to pull it down. - I can do whatever I want with you; however I see fit. Deal?

-De… Deal. – you felt the palm of her hand colliding with your butt cheek before she took a step back as if nothing had happened, your heart racing and your brain nearly showing a 404 error and yet Lilia looked as innocent as ever. After all her words weren’t explicit and held many different meanings; which one was it? Only she knew that. As the last person, dressed as Kermit the Frog, bid the seller farewell you stepped up, pulling your wallet from your bag, the man pointing at different rows of apples. - What colour do you want, Lils?

-I’m a classic lady so let’s do red.

-I’ll do pink for myself then. How much?

-Eight dollars. – fucking hell. Had you known they would be this expensive you really would have told Lilia that you have food at home but at this point and seeing how excited she was and how you had already made a deal you weren’t going to back down. You pressed a ten-dollar bill on the counter and grabbed your wife’s apple to hand to her before getting your own and the change, wishing the cheap Ninja Turtle a happy Halloween to walk around the fair. There was so much to see and all the time in the world to do it.

-I can’t wait for you lose. – did you want her to lose? You had mixed feelings about this deal. You wanted that recipe, had been asking for it for years but at the same time you were curious what she had in mind if she won, so it was back to the same question: did you actually want her to lose? - I’m going to enjoy pulling that recipe out of you one word at a time.

-Dream on, doll. Watch and learn how a pro does it. – parting her lips she kept her eyes fixed on you as she licked the hard candy from the bottom of the apple, nearly touching the wooden stick, all the way to the top, a reddish tinge from the food colouring leaving a streak in the middle of her tongue, humming in delight at the sweet taste. - Watch and learn.

She was playing dirty! You nearly forgot about your own apple at the sight of her toying with hers, your steps clumsy over the cobblestones as you walked away from the stall and yet the witch acted like she was doing absolutely nothing wrong, an angel that deep down could be quite the devil. After a moment of shock, your throat dry and tight, you followed Lilia like a puppy, scurrying to hold on to her free hand, digging your teeth on the hard candy, or more accurately fighting the damn thing to get to the actual fruit. Lilia had no issues though, and sliced through the red layer with easy, as if it was only water covering the apple.

She had to be cheating you thought, one of your fangs getting glued to the candy and refusing to let go and while you fought to get it free, ready to tell Lilia off for using magic or something a shrill voice broke through the air in your direction forcing your eyes to drift from your wife, who was already three bites in without even bating an eyelid, to see Sharon about fifteen feet from you. The short, blonde woman was surrounded by four kids, varying in ages from what looked to be four up to maybe ten or eleven, and they all looked happy and definitely high as kites on sugar, the oldest covered in caramel and Oreos from her caramel apple, the twins pulling on their cotton candy pumpkins while the youngest carried a bag of dried raspberries and blueberries in his tiny hands.

If Sharon was by any means tired or overwhelmed she was doing an outstanding job at hiding it, her smile never faltering and her eyes on the kids while at the same time she was watching the plastic bags full of candy that she had on the stroller in front of her and looking at you and Lilia, and never missing a thing.

It was like a superpower, and one that had nothing to do with magic, and she was only just learning how to be a green witch after the Witches Road (her rose bushes had never looked better and had won her the award for best looking garden two years in a row. She didn’t consider it cheating, only extra fertilizer and Rio agreed, so Agatha and Billy agreed, and that made Alice agree, which also made Jen agree. Lilia did not care as long as Sharon was happy and learning, which made you agree as long as Lilia was happy that Sharon was happy. A perfectly idiotic loop).

Removing one hand from the handle of the stroller she waved enthusiastically at the two of you, steering the kids flawlessly in your direction, her black witches hat sitting askew on her curled hair but it looked kinda cute, her clothes halloweeny but practical; a pair of black trouser and an orange blouse that matched her black Mary Jane shoes. Lilia waved back excitedly and began to walk to meet her and the kids halfway, her hand pulling you from your spot beside her, both apples forgotten, your fake fang still in your mouth but covered in hard candy.

Lilia didn’t need to pull you honestly, you were not about to stay behind behaving all bitchy refusing to talk with the woman when she had done you no harm, after all Sharon and Lilia had become friends after surviving the Road and she was a kind-hearted lady who fed you delicious food when your wife was visiting her at her place. Her pecan pie was just something from another universe and she deserved the world just for that alone.

-Lilia! Y/N! I didn’t expect you to be here. Don’t you usually have a movie marathon?

-We do Mrs. Davis, but we wanted to do something new this year. Who are all this kids?

-My grandchildren. This is Nathan, - she pointed at the youngest who was dressed as Flounder from the little mermaid, his tiny hands holding onto his granny’s pants as he hid behind her legs, bright blue eyes staring at you, or to be more specific your fangs covered in red hard candy which probably looked like blood to the poor kid. With your tongue you tried to scrape it off. – he’s my daughter Laura’s son, the one who has that job at the law firm two towns over. This are Lisa and Elaine, my son Matthew’s twins and this is my oldest granddaughter, Katherine, but we call her Kitty for short, don’t we sweetheart?

-Yeah, I don’t mind it. Are you my granny’s witchy friends? – It caught you and Lilia by surprise the bluntness of the girl dressed as Rumi from “K-pop Demon Hunter”, Sharon scolding the girl softly as Lilia burst into a melodious laughter that made you cackle, the twins, dressed in super cute Mario and Luige costumes, perking up at the sound, giggling at each other.

-We are, darling. I’m Y/N and this is my wife, Lilia. Are you having fun?

-Oh yeah! Granny has taken us to so many houses and we already have bags full of candy in the car. She wanted us to go bowling so we can win a plushie for my auntie.

-Laura has to work today and throughout the weekend – Sharon began to explain as if she was worried we might judge her children for not being there today, looking down at her grandbabies with a gentle smile that reflected just how much this woman loved her family, a pang of sorrow flickering in her eyes for an instant at the thought of her husband not being here to have fun as well, but before anyone could address it, it was gone and her cheerful demeanour was trying to overtake the atmosphere once again, all in the span of less than a minute and without anyone barely noticing. Expect Lilia, she always knew, she always felt. - and was pretty upset she couldn’t be with the kids on Halloween, so I thought a little present might cheer her up, isn’t that, right? We are going to get her a big bat, aren’t we Nathan, dear? – the boy nodded but didn’t move from his spot much, still observing these strangers that were taking to his nana. – Don’t mind him, his very shy and it takes him a long time to warm up to strangers. When he gets used to you, you’ll see what a sweet boy he is.

-It’s okay Sharon, really. He seems quite adorable already. Is your son going to pick up his children or are they are all staying with you all weekend?

-They are all staying with me. Matthew asked if I wanted to have them this year and obviously, I said yes, so here we are!

-Nana, can we go to the bumper cars? Elaine and I saw our friend Sheryl there. Can we? Please? Please? Pretty please?

-We are talking with nana’s friends; can you wait a little longer until I’m done?

-It’s okay Sharon, you go and have fun with your grandkids. Y/N and I were just going to roam around a bit before going home and watching our annual Halloween movie marathon.

-If you are sure? – Lilia nodded, curls bouncing up and down, the twins’ eyes twinkling, their feet shuffling over the dust and hay covered cobblestones as if they were getting ready to sprint down to where their friend was the moment their granny gave them the ok. - Alright, I guess we are going to the bumper cars then. See you next week for our lessons, Lilia?

-Of course.

-I’ll be joining this time, Mrs. Davis. Would you happen to be making your chocolate cheesecake that day? Out of curiosity.

-Of course I will, Y/N! And call me Sharon, I’ve told you many times that you don’t need to be so formal. We are all friends!

-Nana! Come on!

-Alright, alright! Have a nice night and happy Halloween!

-You too, Sharon. Happy Halloween!

-Children say happy Halloween to the nice ladies

Kitty was louder and more cheerful than Nathan, but all four kids gave you good wishes, the twins pulling on the stroller in the direction of their friend giving Sharon almost no time to say goodbye. Brief but intense you thought, chuckling at the sight of her grandkids pointing and jumping at things and Sharon, being the sweetheart she was, met her grandbabies on their same level, figuratively and literally. She was gone in between the mass of people in just a few minutes and with nothing else to do Lilia began to walk slowly with no specific direction, just strolling in between games and stalls, and with no more distractions you were able to dig back into your apple, cursing your fake fangs that didn’t let you take proper bites, not that you would have done much better if they didn’t exist to be honest. Not the way Lilia was polishing the damned fruit like it was a cup of hot chocolate, her teeth barely even covered in the red candy, much less sticking.

Turning round the corner you were enthralled by a woman turning clay in a pottery wheel, her hands carefully pushing and pulling the soft material to create a vase, or whatever it was she was making, and in your enchanted shock Lilia took the chance to purchase a lovely hand painted fall plate, holding the last bite of her apple in between her teeth as she pulled her wallet from a pocket in her dress. If you had seen it, you would have yelled that it had pockets, but you were too mesmerized by a bunch of clay and had to be pulled away by Lilia grabbing both of your hands or you would probably spend all night just standing there, the plate perfectly wrapped inside her pumpkin bag.

-You need to learn how to do that Lils. It’s so cool.

-Will you clean the clay and pay thousands for all the equipment? If you don’t mind, sure, I’ll make you vases and other stuff.

-I’m fure if nod faf efpenfif.

-What? Are we creating languages now, hun? – she was trying to be funny but the mask of sarcasm fell the moment she turned to see you stuck to your apple, laughter erupting out of her, her body bending forward at the sight while your fingers tried to pull the fucking fruit out and away before it pulled a filling out! Lilia was really trying to help but the whole thing was just too hilarious, and she couldn’t spend more than a few seconds looking at you before her laughter got the better of her over and over until a loud pop finally released the apple.

-Freedom!! At last!

-And you said you could finish it before me? HAHAHAHAHAHA – she was being kinda cruel now, you thought, the apple half eating and now missing part of the hard candy cover that laid on the ground, inedible, and your wife still laughing her Sicilian ass off like it was the funniest thing in the planet. You crossed your arms and stared with a pout on your lips to show how annoyed you were but it didn’t work out the way you had intended and Lilia only turned her laughter to chuckles while cradling your face in her hand – You are so cute, but amore, I’ve been going around with just a stick for five minutes and you haven’t even noticed. It was a lost battle from the very beginning.

-You cheated! You used your magic to soften it, I’m sure!

-I don’t need to cheat to win, doll. I can still do whatever I want with you, deal or no deal. It’s just skills, and ones that you know very well as a matter of fact. Licking candy is not the only thing I can do. – okay, you definitely didn’t mind losing this time. She could do anything her heart desired to you and you’d gladly let her, knees weak as her lips brushed yours, suddenly the spot you were standing in completely empty, the sweetness on her burgundy carmine blending with your rick red lipstick, hands wrapping around your waist to keep you exactly where she wanted. Lilia had tricks up her sleeve at all times. – A deal is a deal, and I won, so be a good girl and follow my orders.

-Yes, my lady.

-Good to know peasants remember their place in the presence of aristocracy. Throw your apple away and we’ll go home. I have plans for you.

The only light left was that of the lampposts and fairy lights that decorated the town square but they all seemed to highlight Lilia as if she was standing in the middle of the Albert Hall, read to give the performance of her life, voice as sweet as honey but strong as oaks reverberating against the walls even when she whispered, her breath in your ear drawing goosebumps all over your body. Even the shadows that the night cast on her face were as intoxicating as the strongest drug, and the stars above, shining brightly all over the black canvas of the universe, matched the glitter and pearls your wife was decorated with, reflecting every colour autumn had to offer.

If the weather had turned cold, you could not tell, Lilia’s body heat emanating from her skin and seeping into your bones, the pressure her fingertips were leaving on your waist like fire that scorched your flesh until she was practically melted into your frame, one with her. In an instant she had taken a step back, waiting for you to do as told, her smile coy but her eyes twinkling with an evil hue that made your knees grown even weaker. Your steps were clumsy, but you made it to a random trash can and threw your apple, the shape of your teeth visible on the pink candy, streaks of that same colour painted on the off-white flesh of the fruit, turning around to face her the moment the task was done. One of her arms snaked around your waist to keep you close before starting to walk out of the town square through one of the side streets, away from prying eyes.

-Such an obedient girl. But just in case… - something pulled on your arms, something warm and electric that wasn’t Lilia’s hands, forcing your shoulders to rotate until the back of your hands were pressed against the small of your back, fingers twitching slightly when that electricity became pressure around your wrists. She was binding you with her magic! – I can tighten them or loosen them, your behaviour will tell me which, so be a good girl. Magical burns or wounds can be very tricky to heal, and you don’t want me to hurt you, do you?

-No, my lady.

A triumphant smirk painted her burgundy lips, the music and rowdiness of the town square fading into the background as you walked, lights dim but still enough to keep the streets safe, not that you were worried. Lilia was powerful, very powerful, and no one would dare even try to mug her or worse when she could crush them until they were a pile of bones on the ground, shattered and begging for mercy. With her you felt safe. Even now, with your hands tied behind your back and with her fingers toying with the fabric around your hip, pinching the skin underneath at times almost as if she was trying to show you who was in charge, not that you didn’t know already.

Lilia preferred to be pampered, to be pleased and kissed until she was satiated and had no desire for anymore pleasure, her body taking care of you slowly, warming up to your noises and movements, but that meant being at your mercy and it wasn’t something she was willing to accept at certain times, like right now. Lilia had the upper hand and chose exactly how and where she wanted you, at all times, even when you thought you were the one calling the shots. The binds on your wrists pulled your arms down making your back arch ever so slightly, which forced your chest to puff out to keep you from falling, the power balance shifting in her favour, leaving you bare before her. Well, maybe not bare yet, but soon enough.

One or two people walked past you but didn’t seem to notice anything odd, not even when Lilia’s hand pulled you closer until your hip bone was pressed against hers, her hand inching closer to the joint between your leg and pelvis, her magic sharp but never painful under your skin. She was barely toying with you and you were already soaked through, or maybe that was because of the golden tendrils that were snaking up your legs, squeezing your ass and ghosting over your pubic bone and yet she never touched you where you wanted her most even if she knew you liked the risk of getting caught. What on Earth was she planning?

She could push you into a dark alley and have her way with you, but she kept giving you strange signals that confused you and turned you on even more, like she wanted to keep you on edge, guessing what her next move was going to be. The night air floated around you with anticipation, the crips chill that was already settling on the ground and on top of cars mixing with the heat that your body was producing, every time Lilia’s cape or dress touched even an inch of your skin your breath hitched in your lungs. If she was talking it all sounded like gibberish to you, eyes fixed on the way her lips were moving, the corners pulling up into a smirk when she noticed just how much she was affecting you and deciding in the blink of an eye that you could take more.

The vines of golden magic that were now wrapped all over your limbs, their movements so slow that you didn’t even notice them covering your whole body, pressed tightly over and under your clothes, digging into your skin like rose stems, sharp thorns practically slicing your flesh but not a single drop of blood ever stained your white dress, never breaking skin. The line between pain and pleasure was becoming blurry, not that you minded. “Thank you, Divine Mother” you spoke quietly in your head when you got off a narrow street, your house visible at maybe a hundred and fifty feet, not a sound reaching your ears except for your shoes, Lilia’s heels and her hot breath that ghosted over your cheeks every time she spoke.

If only you had actually been paying attention to what she had been talking about. With very detailed descriptions she had been telling you what she was going to do to you and yet your brain had been unable to focus on her and so you missed every single explanation, but it was much more fun that way. She knew what she wanted from you and you were oblivious to everything. Actually, that called for a punishment. A hand shot to grab your face, pushing your head back while turning it in her direction, your eyes wide and locked with hers, where a dark shadow of malice danced a tango with her dilated pupils, drunk in arousal and power.

-Did you even hear what I said? Anything I said?!

-I’m… I’m sorry, my lady.

-Sorry? You think that cuts it? That I will forgive you for this blatant disrespect?! – her hands moved sharply and fast, your ankles wrapped as tightly as your wrists, your body lifted off the ground without warning, making you yelp in surprise but that only fed Lilia’s power even more. No one was there to see the way she had you levitating like a puppet, the witch comfortable in her own skin knowing very well that this was the least you could take, the least she could do. – You don’t want to hear what I have to say, then I will not give you even a chance to retort my choices. You obey and take what I’m willing to give, understood?

-Yes, my lady.

-See? You can be a good girl. – her nails racked over your cheek leaving red and angry marks that sent shivers down your spine. –But I won’t allow even one single hair on your head to step out of line so don’t forget your place and everything will come up roses for you tonight. – the grip her fingers had on your chin were borderline bruising, but she didn’t stop, not for a second, your body completely at her mercy. - Not one more mistake or the consequences will be… severe.

You didn’t trust your voice to keep a steady tone, or to come out at all, heart beating so fast that you feared it might burst out of your chest, so like an innocent little vampire you nodded. Thankfully that seemed acceptable to her and her hands finally released you, your feet touching the ground after a second or two, but the tendrils of magic didn’t move an inch, almost like a warning and this time you listened, steps shaky but keeping up with Lilia with ease, the witch making sure to keep her left hand visible for you at all times, rivulets of gold swimming between her fingers.

The house was right there, getting closer and closer, and that only made you wetter and wetter, a question popping up in your head. What was Lilia feeling? Your wife wouldn’t tell you; she was a practical woman and believed on showing things through actions more than words, so you weren’t expecting her to turn and say anything to you, but the signs were there.

The way her breaths were hurried, breasts pushing on her corset to the point that they looked like they could spill out at any moment, her eyes dark, so dark that they matched the night sky and the depth of the ocean, her voice low whenever she spoke, husky and thick like a perfect mix of caramel and honey that gathered on your tongue even if her touch wasn’t on you now. Her whole body was on fire, stifling under the fabric of her dress, cheeks slightly flushed that gave her the most delicious look of angelic innocence in the universe even though the dampness between her legs told a different story and you were begging inside your head to be allowed to touch her.

When the big cherry tree on your front garden and the white fence covered in overgrown ivy approached you were tempted to sigh in relief but kept it inside you instead, afraid that Lilia might consider it an infraction of some kind. You have never been so happy to see a bunch of flowers and pumpkins in your life and if you had not been staring at your wife’s back as she walked a couple feet in front of you, over the stone path to unlock the door, you would have seen the relief crossing her features and the way her hands were rushing to pull her keys out of her pocket, shaky against the doorknob. There was an invisible fog that had your home in a bubble, as if it was separated from the rest of the universe, people able to see it but never suspecting what things were happening inside, the keys finally opening the door with a soft click. The hinges creaked softly for a second as the inertia accumulated on the wood pushed the door open a few inches.

Clocks ticked by at the speed of light and yet everything seemed to move in slow motion around you, Lilia turning her whole body around to face you with an unreadable expression on her features, the rich darkness and very dim street lights casting shadows on her face that made her look dangerous, a unknown fate waiting for you inside the dark hall behind her and she was pulling you slowly towards her.

The moment you were within her reach she had grabbed you by the throat and pulled you into the dark, the door slamming closed, locking without touch and trapping you with her, not that you would ever complaint, not even when you were smashed against the cold glass and hard wood, the knob digging into your back. Her lips crashed onto yours, groaning into your mouth as her tongue dominated yours, every inch of her seeping under your skin, her sweet taste getting you so high that you thought you might burst into flames right there and then.

-Feels so good to be winner, doesn’t it? – parting briefly she almost didn’t lift her lips, feeling her every word as she breathed. - Oh, right, I’m the victorious one and you are the peasant who lost.

-Lilia…

-Lilia? You think you can use my name? That you have the right to address me at all?! – the force on your throat made you gasp, arousal practically trickling down your thighs, but you kept as still as you could manage, blood pumping in your ears, her nails digging onto your flesh. The cheek! The disobedience! As long as she was in charge, she expected you to follow her every rule and you were already failing, like the pathetic little pet you were. – I didn’t give you permission to speak and that was a big mistake from your part! - Holy shit! Her free hand grabbed onto the neckline of your black corset and with and with a strength you had never seen she pulled and ripped it, golden sparks of magic shooting in every direction as the sound of fabric tearing drawing a quiet gasp from you. She was being harsh, almost brutal, and she had never really been like this before but that didn’t mean you were not enjoying seeing her in control, powerful and bending her magic like a sword, its edge on your neck. The thin material of your gown tore as soft as butter, exposing your stomach and breasts to her, the rip stopping short of your pubic bone, the waistline of your knickers visible. – If I wanted a bitch to talk back to me I would fuck Agatha, and I can promise you that I’d make you watch as I bend her like a fucking twig, so be a proper slut and stay in your lane and you’ll be the one on your knees eating me out, and that is a privilege. Have I made myself clear?

-Ye… yes, my lady.

-Good girl.

Snapping her fingers the two of you moved from the entrance hall to the bedroom, Lilia standing perfectly on her feet while your body landed forcefully on the bed wrists and ankles tied by tight tendrils of magic, keeping you on your back with your hands grabbing onto the bedsheet’s underneath you. You were prey watching their predator as she circled the bed with very slow steps, her hands caressing her dress, fingering the neckline all while her eyes remained on you, chest rising and falling rapidly with very breath you took, eyes flickering between her face and her hands.

Divine Mother, you were so fucking gorgeous just laying there, unable to move, forbidden from speaking, waiting like a good pet, and Lilia was loving every single second of it, so hot and horny that she was unsure she could keep this whole thing up for much longer if she didn’t get some kind of pleasure. Fingertips pulled pin after pin from the front side of her dress, the fabric loosening slowly around her body, the usually separated pieces of clothing now attached by a few strategic stitches to avoid having to put every item away on their own which made undressing easier, and today also fast.

With the fabric inching off her body as she pulled the last pin all she had to do was pull it off her shoulders and let it fall, a turquoise sea of satin and silk sliding down her arms like a waterfall until it was pooling around her ankle, hands untying the paniers that game volume to the skirt along with the petticoat, leaving her in an exquisite pearly corset that hugged her figure so perfectly it made your mouth water, golden flowers embroidered under her bust and above her hips, silver branches connecting everything like poison ivy around her waist, hips and inner thighs covered by a pair of extremely white short bloomers, never ending legs dressed in black fishnets.

This woman would be the death of you. She had looked all royal and proper on the outside and all that time she had known she had this underneath, all the things that turned you on without fail, spiking your arousal by a million as she stepped out of the clothes she had just removed with calculated moved, lifting her leg further up that was actually needed to make sure you could see every inch of her from her hips down to her heeled foot.

-I think you are quite overdressed. Let me fix that.

She could have made your dress, or what was left of it, disappear with a flick of her wrist but it was much more fun to walk towards the bed, hips swaying dramatically from side to side and grab onto the gown just above your pubic bone, bending slightly over you with one knee resting on the mattress, boobs begging to spill out of her corset. It was so easy to rip the whole thing down to your feet, your skin exposed and covered in goosebumps, the only piece of clothing left on your body being your knickers, but that could be taken care of Lilia thought, climbing fully onto the bed and crawling to straddle your legs, bound as they were by her magic.

-Oh, sweet, sweet Y/N. You should have known better than to wear this flimsy thing. – her index finger lifted the waistband around your left hip just enough that you could feel her nail scratching your flesh until she let go and a sharp sting rose on the spot where the elastic had landed. – I like my sluts naked, and you seem to be failing at that.

Thank God she didn’t rip them, you thought, cause they had cost you over twenty quid at Victoria Secret and you didn’t want them to get ruined, the fabric sliding down your hips and legs, shoes forgotten by the foot of the bed, now accompanied by your underwear but Lilia didn’t want anything else in bed except you, and as she crawled backwards until her knees were basically on the edge the remnants of your dress vanished into thin air, fingers moving in circular motions in front of her, like she was toying with her own magic slowly and using her middle and ring finger.

Now, this was more like it, naked and needy, so wet your knickers were drenched and leaving a spot on the bedsheets where they had landed and as much as she wanted to taste you, you hadn’t earned it yet, not after so many mistakes, and the many more she knew you’d make. You were such a loud slut. Raking her nails over your stomach Lilia watched the red streaks form before getting off the bed to pull something from her nightstand, your eyes glued to her round ass as she bent, stretching your neck but still unable to see, hearing ruffling of clothes, bags and what sounded like a box of some kind.

She kept a few toys there but there weren’t enough for her to actually rummage through her stuff so there was something new in there that she needed and your curiosity was making your body turn without you even noticing. By the time you realised Lilia had already stood and turned, catching you nearly off the bed on your side and she most certainly did not like that.

-What the fuck do you think you are doing? – even though she had two small glass bottles and a delicate paint brush on her left hand, her right one was free and she wasn’t tender when she pushed you back onto the mattress, fury and lust in her eyes, her grip bruising. – Can’t your brain comprehend simple orders? You are not allowed to move, speak or do anything without my permission but you keep fucking up and disobeying. – the mattress dipped as she drawled back on top of it, moving until she was straddling you by your hips, the ruffles of her bloomers brushing against your naked thighs, one glass jars on each hand now that she had you pinned onto the bed with her own body. - I was going to go nice on you but not anymore. You don’t deserve it.

While her right hand released the dark coloured bottle to pick up the paint brush Lilia was using her teeth to pull the cork on the light coloured one, dipping the bristles until they were soaking in a beige like liquid, her hand steady and the smell of vanilla assaulting your senses along with a cold feeling on your collarbone. She was delicate with each stroke, letting her magic swim on your skin as she painted rune after rune, your body moving of its own accord. Your left arm shot up in the air, nearly missing Lilia’s head by just a few inches though she remained undisturbed, hand flying until it was pinned above your head, knuckles brushing the headboard. It was joined quickly by your right one, your wife’s chocolate eyes focused on her task, the brush sliding on your skin like melted butter, though the smell was sweet and not salty, rune after rune covering the left side of your torso, Lilia’s ass shimming down your upper things to give herself room to paint the last one right above your hip bone.

In all that time she had whispered words you couldn’t quite understand or make out, her lips barely moving, lipstick smudged, and whatever it was she had been saying was defiantly working as the feeling of her magic, raspy and electric, wrapped around not only your wrists but also your arms. Happy with her work Lilia proceeded to do the same on your right side but this time with the bottle she had left on top of the mattress earlier, the popping sound of the cork coming out echoing against the walls. This aroma was sweeter, like chocolate, and the liquid was thicker than the vanilla one, not any colder though. Hand steady and voice quiet, your legs moved without warning, spreading and bending ever so slightly until you were completely open and visible to anyone who entered the room, tightly bound and completely helpless, a cold breeze floating around the room colliding with your soaked pussy making your shiver.

-That’s better. You won’t step out of line now and if you try… - the movements of her hands were deliberately sexual, fingers curling and moving, wrists swaying up and down, and as you watched mesmerized a jolt of sparks run over your folds, vibrating and electric, sliding up and down until it settled on your clit. Fuck! If she kept this up for much longer, you’d cum, eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head. This was better than any toy, getting practically fingered by her magic, why the hell hadn’t she done this before?! – Feels good, doesn’t it?

-Yes. Fuck, it does.

A satisfied smile spread on her lips and as a treat to you she lowered herself until her face was inches away from your skin, right above your left hip and with your eyes fixed on your face, the tendrils of magic still stimulating your clit, opened her mouth and placed her tongue on your body, licking every single rune she had just painted, off, the deep chocolate flavour gathering on her taste buds with those delicious salty undertones of your sweat, a wet trail left behind that sent shivers from the tips of your toes up to the top of your head, nipple hardening at the sensation.

She was everywhere, over you, nearly inside you and although she was giving you so much it felt like she was giving you nothing, only doing things that pleased herself and you fucking loved being used like this, her tongue now moving to the vanilla paint on your left side, the hands that had been pressed against the mattress on each side of your ribcage snaking up to your breasts, kneading and pinching your nipples until they were painfully hard and red, gasps and moans escaping your throat, your mouth the only thing she had not bound. Why was that? It was clear she didn’t want you to speak, why not use her magic to shut you up?

The question floated inside your head amongst the pleasure and lust, her kisses and leftover edible paint covering your torso and chest, her magic secured and spells perfectly in place. Happy with her work Lilia sat back on the bed, over your upper thighs, observing you; you just looked so fucking pretty and delicious, all flushed and out of breath, moaning and shaking slightly as your orgasm built and grew but what kind of woman would she be if she let you off the hook so easily? Lilia liked her pets quiet and submissive, and you were giving her such a hard time.

-You just can’t stay silent, can you? I guess I’ll have to shut you up somehow.

Keep calm, keep calm Y/N, you repeated inside your head, lips pursed trying to keep from making a single noise but at this point Lilia didn’t care. She crawled up your body slowly, so slowly that you thought she was trying to kill you from pleasure and anticipation, a carnivore stalking her prey that was so willingly placed on a silver tray and just when you thought she would stop, her face inches from yours, lips ready to be kissed and yet she lifted herself until she was sitting on your chest. Shuffling over the bedsheets with her knees she was inching closer to your face.

The moment she had passed your shoulders did your eyes notice something strange on her bloomers, the sight of flesh in between her legs, grey curls glistening with arousal, a lightbulb lighting up in your head when your overstimulated brain finally connected the dots. This witch was wearing crotchless bloomers and had been dripping down her thighs all this fucking time!! Glorious gates to the heavens opened up the instant her knees moved to each side of your head, her fucking gorgeous and dripping wet pussy above your mouth and nose, hoovering so close that you could taste her in the air. To know that she had been soaking all this time made your arousal ruin the bedding underneath, flowing like a waterfall almost, Lilia holding onto the headboard and she lowered herself, muttering a quiet “Come on, eat mama out with that filthy tongue”. How could you refuse?

If you had been thirsty she would been you oasis, if you had been stricken by hunger she would have been your first meal, if you had been caught in freezing winter storms her body would have been your fire and your shelter, and a cooling stream of crystal water had you been dying from scorching heat. Perhaps you had indeed lived all those moments the instant your tongue gathered her juices, salty on your taste buds and oh so delicious, addicting, intoxicating, calming your hunger, thirst and need, that delightful sound of a moan falling from her parted lips reward enough to your ears. Her slick pussy glided over your mouth and nose as she rolled her hips, moving back and forth, your tongue lapping at her folds, sucking and biting down lightly before moving upwards as much as they binds would let you to take her clit between your lips.

You couldn’t see her, trapped as you were between her legs but if you had your whole body would pounced on her, kissing down her neck as her head lulled back, rich oak eyes closed, trapping her pleasure inside her head and in every cell of her body, knuckles white where she was gripping onto the headboard for dear life. With a hard suck on her bundle of nerves several profanities ripped from her throat, husky and rumbling inside her flushed chest, breasts begging to be let out of her corset but to be honest Lilia wasn’t paying attention to that part of her body, not when your teeth were scraping her clit and your tongue was flicking it so fast and so fucking well Lilia was beginning to shake, her damp curls brushing over your nose with each movement she made.

-Fuck! There, there… Don’t stop

You were but a humble servant, nothing in the universe could make you pause your actions when she tasted so divine, her pussy drenched and dripping down your chin. Out of habit your hand moved to part her perfectly pink folds, forgetting that it was tied down and unable to move so you had to get a bit creative and used your tongue as best you could to make it to her entrance, pushing as far up her cunt as you could go, your nose rubbing her clit as you fucked her with your mouth.

Desperation was now audible in every gasp, groan and curse she made, panting loudly as the coil of fire that had been steadily burning in her lower abdomen started to unravel, ears beginning to ring, magma spreading over her whole body like a volcano about to erupt, fucking herself on your face just as much as you were eating her out. It was embarrassing how close she was already or maybe how fucking good you were at sucking her clit, either way she was going to cum soon and had no plans on trying to stop it, not even for a second.

Without thinking Lilia bent forward to put most of her weight on the headboard, the new angle pushing her clit down on your face even more and since you had been presented with such an exquisite meal you just couldn’t pass it up and stopped fucking her entrance to suck hard on her bud, so hard that she yelled in pleasure and pain and pressed her pussy against your face even further, thrusting her hips fast and hard, white heat clouding her mind as she got closer and closer.

-YES! FUCK! YES! FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

She’d punish you for this but she was so close, her walls clenching around nothing, her juices flowing out of her like a broken dam, and so you bit down on her clit, the jolt of pleasure sending her over the edge, one hand shooting to grab you by your hair and keep you in place to fuck herself on your face as she rode her orgasm. For an instant there was nothing, not even the feeling of your tongue on her and the next it was like she had exploded into fireworks that’s et her aflame and you were already versed on your wife’s pleasure and continued to such and flick her clit until her shaking body released your head from the grip her thighs had on it, the scream she had produced so raw and deep that you wondered if she had hurt her throat when she had made it.

There was no indication she had even noticed the way she slumped slightly once her orgasm began to release her, pussy twitching and clenching every once in a while, breaths raggedy and trembling. Your whole face was a mess, soaked with her juices, but you would never complain, not in the slightest, and since you could not soothe Lilia with your hands you did the next best thing and kissed her inner thighs tenderly, shivers spreading from where your lips landed that travelled up her spine and to her fingertips. After maybe a minute or two her heartrate had slowed down enough for her to move and still in a hazy fog of lust, she crawled down your body until she was straddling your hips again, seeing the mess she had made on your face for the first time.

-Don’t you look like a proper slut.

-I wonder why.

It was a friendly jab and under different circumstances Lilia would have laughed and let it pass, still swaying in blissful waves of afterglow, but tonight she wasn’t so kind and understanding, but most importantly she wasn’t done. Seeing clear as day that nothing she did could keep you quiet and obedient ideas rushed through her mind to turn you into her well behaved sex toy and so she had to resort to harsher measures that she had previously intended. Her semblance became darker in mere seconds, eyes narrowing and her hands gripping your hips so hard that you were sure she was going to leave nasty bruises.

Once single glace at her nearly black eyes and you instantly knew that you had fucked up, like royally, features that you could spend all eternity kissing and cradling tenderly in the palms of your hands now covered in dark shadows that didn’t let you see the lust in her eyes, although you sure as hell could feel the power emanating from her very soul, keeping you guessing and almost fearing her intentions. She must have had a class on power dynamics with Agatha because Lilia had never topped you this way before, with such strength and command that one look and your breath would leave your lungs, arousal drowning you between your legs.

Pressing your hips down hard on the bed you could see the smirk that tried to hide behind her supposedly offended and furious mask and it turned you even more to see just how much she was enjoying this and you were indeed giving her every reason under the sun inflict a severe punishment on your helpless little person, gentleness no longer being an option for you. You were soooo chatty that you wanted to speak even when told not to? She’d make sure you were rendered silent and kept fucking quiet.

Lilia moved away from you and off the bed, never breaking eye contact, her fingers toying with the neckline of her corset as the strings that kept it tightly on her body began to unlace own their own, magic flowing around the witch so freely, so controlled that had you completely bewitched. With each pull and push the garment became loser, Lilia walking very slowly around the bed like she was assessing you and coming up with a plan of action, the sound of her heels clicking between the rug and floor matching the pumping of blood in your veins.

You had nearly forgotten just how exposed you were when the vibrations that had steadily been diminishing on your clit stopped all together and your drenched folds were left to feel the cold air inside the room, a sharp shiver making your whole body shake, her eyes moving from your face to your pussy and back to your face. Now she was full on smiling, a wicked one that matched the ideas in her head, the corset finally unlacing completely and sliding off her body to gather with her dress, breasts bouncing free at last, plump and big and so delicious. You wanted to have them in your mouth, to knead them until Lilia was whining with needy, her nipples rock hard, but you were trapped.

This bitch was torturing you! Not only did she make you wait to see her gorgeous tits but not she was sliding her bloomers off at the pace of a snail, the white fabric travelling down her legs that still wore those devilish fishnets. Wait, if you had eaten her out and there had been no obstacles whatsoever minutes before that meant… One quick and clean swoosh and she was standing before you in nothing but her tights, and ones that had been purposely ripped at her crotch to leave her pussy completely bare.

All this fucking time you could have been fingering under that damned dress, and you didn’t even know!! Much to your dismay she didn’t grant you time to think about it much before her hands moved rapidly from side to side and your whole frame was turned around without warning until you were on your knees, arms tied above your head, face practically pressed against the mattress while your ass was raised for your wife to feast on, folds glistening and legs spread.

Now you were completely unable to see a thing, eyes focusing on the skin of your forearm and what little you could gather from the room above the profile of her bicep but you sure as hell could hear Lilia moving around the room, opening drawers and closing them in complete silence, or maybe she was speaking and the ringing in your ears and the ache between your legs had rendered you deaf for a moment. Either way you were left in that posture for a couple of minutes that felt both like a fragment of a second and three whole centuries at the same time, Lilia’s magical bounds wrapping around new places like your thighs and hips to hip you in place, digging onto your skin. After tonight it was going to have long sleeves for like a month.

The mattress dipped around the foot of the bed as your wife climbed back on top, her hands running up your calves and thighs like she was testing you, seeing if you were exactly where and how she wanted you. One sharp slap on your butt cheek that caught you off guard, a yell escaping your dry throat, told you that she was ready for business; what that was though? No fucking clue but you should have seen it coming. It wasn’t her hands what run up and down your pink folds, it was something sort of rubbery, cold and big that nearly had you bucking your hips as your brain scrambled to figure out what it was (Honestly, you didn’t need to be Einstein to know what the hell it was, but when you’ve had pussy on your face just a few minutes ago one tends to be a little bit out of sorts)

-Let’s see if you can make more comments when I’m so deep in your needy cunt you can feel me in your throat.

Lubricant was definitely not something she needed to keep the tip of her strap all wet before parting your folds and pushing in ever so slightly in your entrance, the first stretch making you gush even more as her left hand held onto your hip while her right guided a seven-inch silicone magical dick inside your throbbing pussy. Deliberately slow so you could feel the whole thing pushing deep and filling you up so well, that familia sting of being stretched fading into pleasure that had you closing your eyes, a deep moan reverberating against the mattress.

That was not exactly what Lilia would call silent, at least not the way she wanted you to be and so she pulled out almost completely before slamming back inside you, your whole body jerking forward at the motion, pathetic whimpers falling from your lips like the needy tears that were threatening to fall from your eyes. She hadn’t been teasing you for that long you thought but you were so turned on, so on fire that the need to cum was beginning to become painful and the way Lilia was ramming into you with a force that made your whole body shake, hitting every fucking spot was going to send you over the edge in no time if she wasn’t careful.

Although it didn’t look like she had any intention of being tender or gentle in the slightest, the stinging sensation of a slap on your ass mixing with the way her cock moved, making a perfect cocktail of rough love, your fingers holding onto the edge of the bedsheets, not caring if your knuckles were brushing against the headboard. Every time she felt you clenching harder and harder around her cock Lilia would slow down, grunts and pants and frustrated whines falling on their knees before her, but she paid them no mind, getting angrier by the minute at your incapability of being fucking silent!

The instant a plea for her to speed up left your mouth Lilia grabbed your waist with her left hand and bent over your body, her plump tits pressed against your bare back, nipples brushing on your skin, and placed her right one on the side of your head grabbing a handful of your knotted hair. Your head was lifted off the bed a few inches, Lilia’s lips brushing your ear while her cock remined deep inside you, hips moving in circles instead of in and out to make sure you were still being stimulated, tortured even, feeling as if the tip was nearly touching your cervix even though it was a good few inches away still. Her words cut sharp as knifes and burnt like raw embers.

-You have no right to plead slut. You don’t have any rights when I’m in charge of you and if you don’t shut the fuck up and stop disobeying my orders, I will put a gag ball in your mouth. Or maybe you want to have my cock wet with your juices deep in your throat.

-Fuck, yes. Anything.

-Needy whore. As if I’d let you be pleased before I’m done. Apologise for your behaviour. Now.

-I’… I’m so… sorry, my lady.

-Hmmmm. I still don’t think you’ve learnt your lesson.

With that she shoved your face against the mattress and began pounding so fast and hard that you could hear her skin slapping against your and your slick pussy making sinfully wet noises each time the strap moved and was thrusted inside you. With the bedsheets pressed against your mouth the noises were muffled, at least the ones you could not stop making even if you tried, the golden ropes scratching your skin but still not drawing blood. If they had been real you would have been covered in broken and raw skin, drops of crimson liquid falling like tears onto the bed, the spots on the white linens ruined beyond salvation although they might still be with the way your tears mixed with Lilia’s juices that had gathered on your face, your arousal dripping and creaming around the cock and down your thighs.

Lilia was biting down on her lower lip as to not give away her own pleasure, yet. The strap was enchanted to allow her to feel everything and cum inside you if she so desired, your walls clenching hard around her, each movement and each sensation travelling down to her clit and spreading fire all over her body, getting her close once again but she was pushing her own pleasure aside this time to teach you a lesson, after all she had all night to cum as many times as she wanted, and you would give them to her.

Somehow her speed accelerated even more, fucking you so fast and hard that your entire frame kept moving back and forth constantly, tits bouncing and brushing against the bedding, Lilia’s own breasts swaying with each motion she made, her hand still pressing you hard onto the mattress. She would not let go until she was satisfied you had understood the message, and it seemed that maybe you were getting there, your mouth wide open but only quiet whines echoing against the walls every once in a while, every grunt and moan gathered on the tip of your tongue begging to be let out as you got closer. Fuck, you were going to cum!

And just as you had been about to jump of the edge of the cliff Lilia stopped completely, the turmoil of sensations and thoughts vanishing so abruptly that you became dizzy, heart racing and lungs fighting to catch their breath. What the fuck was she doing?! You were crying, flushed to the point that you could be mistaken for a lobster, sweaty and dripping down onto Lilia’s thighs and harness, clutching onto the bed for dear life and this woman just stopped?! She could make you cum over and over, turn you into mush and make you melt like butter before you passed out but it was much more fun to keep you in your place with the reward of sexual release. At some point.

She pulled out, the sensation of being so empty drawing a pathetic whimper from you, body shaking so much that you were almost thankful for the magic that kept you in place, the witch behind you moving and shifting the weight from one leg to the other, the bed dipping with each motion but your mind couldn’t pick up what was happening, too foggy still. Barely a minute had passed with no time to recover or think at all before you were being turned like a ragged doll onto your back, Lilia naked at the foot of the bed except for the fishnets, the strap in her hands, and your legs straightened out so she could put it on you knowing that the magic would be like torture on your throbbing pussy and swollen clit but she didn’t care one fucking bit.

She made quick work of putting the strap on you, the magic loose around your legs and hips so you could help her get it on, your butt lifting off the bed a little so the harness wouldn’t twist and dig onto your back. Lilia might be treating you like an object and using you like a sex toy but if she injured you at all, it would be consensual, never accidentally because that was not what she wanted to get out of doing this. You were her wife, and she would never hurt you in any way that could actually cause damage unless you had agreed beforehand and even then, she’d be careful and keep an eye out and the harness this strap had could easily break skin and make you bleed if not adjusted properly.

With everything secured in place and your eyes fixed on the curls that had slipped out of her bun, cascading down her back, others framing her face, Lilia began to crawl back up your body, your heart still beating so fast that you were sure she could hear it. Her fingers left goosebumps on their wake as her hands slid up your legs, nails digging hard when they got to your inner thighs. The silicone cock was slick with your juices, hard and standing proudly as it waited for whoever it was supposed to fuck, and as much as Lilia’s pussy wanted it, she had to make sure that it was up to her standards. That meant looking at you while she grabbed the base of it and licked it from bottom to top, gathering your arousal on her tongue and tasting that spicy and salty flavour that was you, humming in approval while her tongue traced her lips, the deep carmine she was wearing smudging even more.

She was going to kill you. She might not murder you but she was going to be the death of you for sure with the things she was doing to you and she had yet to take the strap though she didn’t make you wait long. Happy with how wet it was she moved to straddle your hips, and with one hand on your stomach and the other holding onto the silicone cock she aligned it with her soaked pussy and lowered herself slowly, taking every inch until her ass was pressed against your skin, eyes rolling to the back of her head at the feeling of being filled so fucking well, needing a minute to adjust to the girth, your hands released from the spell enough so you could move them down to your side but could not touch her yet.

As frustrating as it was it still brought an element of control that translated in you being forced to beg to do simple things like grabbing her waist or getting your hands on her breasts and maybe that’s what she wanted. She knew just how obsessed you were with her tits and that you’d do anything for them. Slowly she lifted herself of the strap, both hands on your chest now, kneading your bosom lazily before she slammed down onto your hips, the deep grunt she made making your clit twitch, or maybe it was the magic on the strap, either way it was hot as fuck and you wanted to see her riding you over and over, her full breasts bouncing up and down.

You should have been an Olympian for sure at this point because the effort you were making not to make a sound when you could feel Lilia’s walls clinching around you, hot velvet wrapping your cock and swallowing it deep every time she slammed back down, could almost kill you at any moment. The room filled up with the sound of skin slapping skin and her dripping pussy quelching as she got fucked, moans, pants, groans and every other sound a human could make falling from her lips, eyes flickering open to stare at you, hands pinching your nipples when her brain remembered that she had them in her hands, though it was proving quite difficult when your cock was hitting every sweet spot inside her.

She had been close when she had taken it off and would take very little to make her orgasm and you knew, could feel it, not only as she gushed even more onto your own pussy under the harness but as she sped up and the rhythm, she had managed to achieve became floppy and uneven. Several minutes passed before you realised that the tension that had been pinning you to the bed was gone and in between grunts and moans Lilia was trying to speak, having to forcefully slow down to get the words out in one sentence.

-For fucks sakes Y/N, please, touch me.

You doubted she had meant to say it as harshly as it had sounded, speeding up once again, and in truth you didn’t mind even if she did because the reward of seeing her cumming was better than anything else. You moved your legs until your knees were bent, and your heels anchored onto the mattress, palms finally able to feel her hot skin, smooth and sweaty around her hips, curls falling off her hairdo with each movement, breasts bouncing hard, but they wouldn’t for much longer.

Thanks to Pilates your core was like iron and your hips thrusted up to match Lilia’s rhythm, the force making her fall forward and over your chest, screams of pleasure ripping from within her most primeval part of her as you matched her energy and strength and fucked her good. Just like she liked it. Hard, fast and hitting every spot with a power that sent jolts of pleasure all over her body. Luck was on your side because there was no way in hell that Lilia being as short as she was just so happened to fall on top of you in a way that let you take her nipples in your mouth, twirling and sucking while you pounded into her as much as she had been fucking you.

-Yes, please, don’t stop! Fuck, fill mama up with your cum! Fuck me good!

You realised one of her hands was between your bodies when you felt her right one grabbing onto your hair needing to hold onto something as the pleasure built higher and higher. She was touching her own clit as best she could while being pressed against you, her swollen bud so sensitive that the moment you lifted your hips once more, cock filling her up all the way down to the base and her nails scraped her clit her walls clenched all around you and the magic on the strap sent a wave of electricity through her that made her orgasm so hard, the silicone cock filling her up with your cum until her pussy was overfilled and began to drip onto the mattress. She had your juices deep inside her just how this slutty breeding witch liked it, stuffed and cumming all around you.

-Y/N!!! YESYESYESYESYESYES! FILL MAMA! FUCK!

Her whole body shook, and her hips slammed down onto yours in a mix of relief at finally free falling in between waves of lust and pleasure and to chase her high for as long as she could. What you found strange was the fact that the strap came with her orgasm, not with yours, or lack of one actually, even though the friction on your clit had very much been there all along and your whole body, not only your pussy, was begging to cum at last. The woman had enchanted you to be unable to have an orgasm unless she allowed it? You wouldn’t put it past her.

Lilia’s vision had gone white for a few seconds, eyes rolling to the back of her head and throat raw and hoarse from screaming, the fire that had spread all over her frame, from her toes to the top of her head, burning hotter than the one she had experienced when you had eaten her out, leaving her flushed and dizzy for an instant. Like a well-trained dog you didn’t stop sucking on her tits or fucking her hard, your teeth biting down softly on her nipples before taking the sensitive skin of her breast, leaving hickeys and bruises on as much skin as you could find given that you couldn’t move much. After an eternity of spams and walls clenching around your cock Lilia finally flopped on top of you breathing hard, her limbs feeling like a mix of melted butter and gelatine, weak but quite satisfied, at least for the next few minutes.

When you felt your wife’s movements slowing down your hands moved to rub her back, hips keeping still and you mouth releasing her tits to kiss the valley between her breasts and collarbones until her whole weight forced you to move your head to the side so she wouldn’t suffocate you. The world had faded into nothing as her brain turned off and back on, systems restarting and your hands caressing and cradling her until she was able to move, the gentleness of your touch and the love that you poured onto every peck you gave her shoulder bringing a soft smile to her lips, eyes still closed so her body could calm down.

She knew she was safe like this, in your arms, protected as her magic flickered but still floated lazily around the room waiting for a signal to tie you down again, or do worse. Lilia could stay like this for as long as she wanted and you wouldn’t move one inch. And that was exactly what you did for around five minutes or so, your wife finally pushing herself onto her elbows, so her face was level with yours, all that furious power blended into a caring shadow of love, her doe eyes still dilated but looking at you with a tender gaze.

-It took you long, but you learnt to be quiet. Very well done, doll.

-Thank you, my lady.

-I think a reward is in order, though with a little twist I’m sure you’ll like.

Oh? Your eyebrow rose in a questioning manner as she sat back down, shivering at the feeling of the strap moving while still inside her, your cum and hers mixing down her thighs as she let it slip out, whinnying at the loss but you’d fix that. With a snap of her fingers the strap on was removed from your body and appeared on the ground, right on top of what was left of your dress and instead of Lilia moving down between your legs she got oof your body and crawled back until she was right were your head was, your eyes watching her every move with curiosity. With her back to the headboard, she swept a leg over your face until her pussy was once again hoovering over your head and instead of staying still like she had done before she bent forward until her breasts were pressed against your lower abdomen and her face was inches away from your throbbing cunt.

Classic 69 you thought, one of your favourite moves and since Lilia was in charge you decided to wait until she made the first move in case, she got mad and left you without cumming. Her tongue leaped at your folds with one long swipe, humming in approval and gathering your arousal like she had done before, swallowing and dipping back to suck on them, moans and whines finally making their way out of your mouth, though you kept your own tongue busy. The cocktail of her cum and yours dripping from within her pussy was the perfect drink and so fucking hot that made you gush onto Lilia’s mouth, her moans reverberating onto your cunt sending vibrations all over your body like waves of lava.

She was oversensitive and you were already so close and edged that even her breath on your clit could send you over the edge, but you’d wait for her, as horrible and torturing as that may be. Her lips wrapped around your clit sucking hard, the swollen bundle reacting fast to her ministrations, your tongue flickering hers while your fingers pushed into her and curled good to hit that sweet spot, fingers coated in her wet mess. Lilia’s movements faltered at the feeling, a weird mxi between a moan and a whimper escaping her without warning but she powered through and kept sucking you hard until your walls began to clench around nothing, three fingers being pushed into your needy pussy.

And you took them like the good slut you were. Fucking each other, slurping and sucking, the noises of your wet pussies echoing inside the room, windows fogging up, your orgasms were beginning to reach their peaks, your throat producing grunts and pants while Lilia yelped and whined higher and higher, a pressure forming in her lower abdomen while you fucked her. You were so fucking close already and needed her to cum as well, pumping your finger in and out and practically biting down on her clit as her mouth didn’t stop eating you out, clit throbbing and pussy clenching hard around her fingers.

Suddenly Lilia’s yelps got even higher and her mouth pressed hard onto your pussy as her orgasm slammed onto her without warning like a tsunami that took over her movements but this time she didn’t just cum on your face, she squirted all over you and your hand, your fingers trying to move while she poured her juices onto your waiting mouth, your tongue still flickering her clit.

She shook so bad that you were worried you might have gone too far but the idea vanished fast when she but down on your bundle of nerves and your orgasm finally exploded in a million fireworks, screaming her name onto her pussy while still eating her out the best you could while riding your orgasm, both your hips and hers rolling so the two of you could grind onto each other’s faces. After a few seconds Lilia’s pussy stopped her stream of juices, her body collapsing over you, her breath on your pulsing cunt as the high of your orgasm passed, her clit pressed against your lips as you flopped as well.

Lilia didn’t care one bit that she had her face in your pussy and that she could feel your walls clenching once in a while around the fingers that were still inside you, bot of you spent and satisfied. Okay, maybe you could cum one more time, but your wife was already done, and you were not going to push your needs onto her. There would be plenty of time for you to ride her and control her soon enough. Minutes passed before either of you could move, your whole frame sore and trembling, Lilia shaking as she rolled of and onto her back, both whining at the loss of each other’s fingers. Well, you hadn’t planned for this when you had suggested going trick or treating, much less when you bought those apples. You had to find that stall next year and leave a fucking awesome tip.

-You okay? – Lilia’s voice was decently hoarse and just as shaky as she was, but she still asked, and after the things she had done to you it warmed your heart.

-Yeah. Are you okay?

-I don’t think I can walk right now but yes. I’m very okay.

You recovered faster even though your orgasm had been strong and had been building for so long, and since Lilia had been rendered useless for a bit you lifted yourself and laid on your stomach beside her, your hand pushing the damp curls off her face. It was funny, you were the one drenched in cum, and you were worried about a random strand of hair bothering her when she was this sweaty. She could stab you with a knife or cut off an arm and you’d still love her, thankfully though Lilia would never do that, so you didn’t have to worry.

Her eyes slowly opened up, her chocolate irises focusing on your face through thick eyelashes, lipstick ruined but still smiling lovingly. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took, heart hammering against her ribs, her right hand lifting off the mattress until the back of it was pressed on your cheek, soft but wet, your make up smeared. You were both a mess, but a happy one. With a kind grip you took her hand and left a gentle kiss on her palm, shuffling closer until your lips could connect with hers, the kiss tender and slow. There was no need to rush anything or to overwhelm her when she could not take another round. Maybe with a break round two could come around at the witching hour.

-You are kind of damp around the hairline, doll.

-I wonder why. – this time she laughed, a loud and free laugh, not a hint of embarrassment or shame in her tone. It brought a bigger smile to your face. – I’ll go to the bathroom to wash my face and then come with a towel to clean you up.

-Don’t bother. I can use my magic for that.

-You are tired, I don’t mind doing it the mortal way. Give me just a minute. Be right back.

With a peck on her lips you hopped of the bed, maybe a tad too fast because your vision turned blurry for a moment and you had to stay still for a second or two before making your way to the bathroom. The light flickered on, a white halo covering every inch of the room, catching your reflection on the mirror when you went on to grab hand towel. There were bruises on your arms, legs and waist from the ropes and more would probably appear as the days went by, but it wasn’t so bad, it’s not like she had hurt you on purpose.

Lilia heard the water running for a moment, her mind still foggy but becoming more aware of everything around her, moonlight breaking through the windows, bathing her in its warm halos while you did your thing in the bathroom. The cherry tree in the garden had never looked more beautiful, its pale pink flowers soaking up every ounce of moonlight they could find until each looked like perfect silver petals that fell and swayed onto the ground in a slow dance, cars beginning to frost, the green grass fading into yellow in some patches. A few moments later you returned with a damp towel, hopping back in bed.

You didn’t need words, voluntarily keeping silent while you cleaned off your wife’s face, both from your cum and the ruined make up, the cooling sensation of the fabric welcome when her body had been on the verge of combusting spontaneously. You slid it over her arms and legs, tenderly rubbing on her breasts before parting her legs and taking care of the mess she had unexpectedly made, making sure to not touch her pussy more than necessary when she was oversensitive and could cause her pain.

-Thank you.

-You don’t need to thank me Lils. You’ve done this to me a million times before, I can do it to you another million times.

-You know I love you, don’t you? Like a lot.

-I know, trust me. There, done. – with a clean and happy Lilia you could finally lay down and grab the sheets to cover the two of you, taking her hand in your, your head resting over her shoulder. – I love you too.

-I think I’ve become a huge fan of Halloween. We need to do this again next year.

-We can go as a famous couple so we can match. What do you think about mob boss and member of the mafia?

-Just because I’m Sicilian doesn’t mean I’m involved with that you know?

-I know but you’d look so hot like a mob boss. Better than a mob wife and I can be your faithful guard or something.

-I’ll think about it. Don’t give me any ideas you might regret. – she shifted under the covers to look at you, her lips inches from your, a hand on your cheek as she spoke. – Everything comes with surprises, or consequences and I’m very Sicilian, amore.

-I’ll take the risk.

This kiss was harder, as if Lilia was making a point or a promise, and you accepted whatever fate life had for you, the sweetness of the candy apple lingering very lightly under the flavour of your juices in her mouth. You didn’t need anything else in the universe, just having Lilia pecking your neck lightly between comments about the evening, your arms wrapped tightly around her waist to keep her close, was more than enough.

She told you about the pretty plate she had purchased and how she hoped it would fit with the autumn set she was creating from thrifted utensils, your fingers playing with her curls while removing every pin and pearl so her scalp could rest, Lilia’s hands gesturing with every word she said, unable to keep them still. She told you about how she had felt when she saw the girl, when kids saw the wisps that you had forgotten completely about, the little fires floating close to the ceiling with very little to do, just drifting from side to side. She felt no shame or hurt, only love and appreciation, telling you how maybe there was still hope for people like her to live happy and tranquil lives, that maybe if the world didn’t fear them, people would let them help.

She spoke about Alice and her job protecting people, about Jen bringing lives into the world and healing those that were already here, about how even she could bring comfort to those who suffered from loss and help those who feared their futures, pasts haunting them. Running your hands through her free curls after a few minutes of untangling them you looked down at her relaxed face, the things that had occurred that evening healing something in her heart that had been broken a long time ago, letting her be happy without worry. You hadn’t noticed the way her eyes had been following every single bruise her magic had left on your body and she couldn’t leave you like that. She pushed herself into a sitting position, the bedsheet falling and gathering around her hips.

-You look like you’ve fallen down a thousand stairs. You should have told me the binds were too tight.

-They weren’t. I liked how the were so why bother? They will go away, don’t worry.

-Nonsense. I have a balm Jennifer gave me on my nightstand.

Would fighting with her get you anywhere? No. Would she still kneel on the bed and open the top drawer to get the little metal tin no matter what you said? Yes. Might as well sooth her worries and let her do this. It was in her nurturing nature after all. You were both past the embarrassment of being naked after sex in the presence of each other and in truth she needed you like this to put the ointment on you, the pink cream inside holding a strong smell. At first you though it to be something like cedar but it was too sweet to be a fully forest aroma, so it had to be a blend of some wood like oak and maybe maple or vanilla. You had no clue, but it was nice and refreshing as Lilia’s fingers applied it tenderly on each line without missing even a spot, making you turn your body so she could get to the back of your legs and hips.

-I did not expect this to be honest. If they had been ropes…

-They would have made me bleed. It’s okay Lils. If there’s ever a thing I don’t like, I’ll tell you. I can’t have my favourite witch upset.

-That’s Agatha’s job. – in reality Lilia held the woman close to her heart, like a daughter that needed to be guided and loved and the purple witch held Lilia in high regards and respected her, something that was quite hard to achieve. Sometimes Rio didn’t have that, but Lilia played in a different league. Your wife chuckled in amusement as she finished applying the balm on your shoulder. – Now we are both taken care off. Feels okay?

-Feels great. Come on my little Sicilian witch, let’s get some rest.

-Don’t you plan on getting the fangs off?

-If the candy didn’t manage to rip them out, I’m afraid they are part of me now. Would you love me with fake fangs?

-I love you in every shape and form my little vampire.

-I love you too my naughty witch.

Naughty? She was a perfect angel, Lilia thought, though the laugh that escaped her hoarse throat and melted on your lips said otherwise, a contented sigh reaching your ears, blending with your happy chuckles.

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