Music inspo: Discovery Channel - Hayley Williams, Leash - Sky Ferreira, When I Rule The World - LIZ, Rev 22:20 - Puscifer
*Italicized quip at the end is from this poem
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You jolt awake.
The false sense of security and comfort creeps up your legs; underneath your hands. You can feel the hard metal bars underneath the enticingly soft white sheets beneath you. It's all a cover up, a show to make you feel secure even though you're nowhere near that truth.
A ringing in your head shocks you; almost makes you fall forward. This almost comes from the lack of space you even have to fall forwards. Caged in like a zoo animal; you barely have enough space for yourself to turn around and face the wall.
But Agnes doesn't want you to face the wall. She's made that clear with the amount of beatings she's delivered to you time and time again.
"Oh, don't be such a bad girl! Mommy doesn't like it when you disobey me!"
You had given up not because you wanted to obey her but because you thought you had come close to death. So brutal and so violent was what the woman delivered who had locked you up in here you almost believed she was capable of murder.
You did not want to be possibly another one of her victims.
Catching your breath to stop the dizziness you feel and to stop your racing heart from the fear that runs through your body, you hear a door unlock and unlatch. You feel your body run stiff and your blurred vision starts to focus.
Bare legs that end in black heels and the bottom hem of a checkered dress is all you can make out from your field of vision. The cage you are in is low to the ground and even if you tried to crane your neck, you wouldn't be able to see much of anything.
You had never seen your captors face.
You have heard your captor's voice and felt her hands.
You bite back that acid feeling that unleashes in your gut at how much you fucking despise the mixed feelings you have for her.
You want her dead. You want to see her for who she really is. You don't want to be her little science experiment. You want her to call you a 'good girl' again as she strikes your behind and catches your cum on her fingers.
The acid pushes up from your stomach and to your throat; burning raw as you dare not throw up in your cage.
She's scolded you about that before, too. She didn't feed you after that for two days.
When she had gone to place your bowl into your cage, you snapped at her perfectly manicured fingers and bit down as hard as you could. Her blood surged through your teeth and coated your tongue. She was able to pull her hand away which only resulted in her dragging you out from the collar around your neck. She had pushed you to the ground. She had put some sort of blinder around your eyes without the use of a physical tool to do so. You just remember a purple filter over your vision that you couldn't explain.
She shoved her hands back into your mouth to teach you a lesson about biting.
"Good dogs don't bite the hand that feeds them!"
Her tone was almost lyrical. Lithe. It made you angry and sent uncontrollable sensations of burning down into the pit of your stomach. You wanted her to talk this way to you if the situation had been different; coaxing you to not be such a brat and take what she had to offer you.
You wanted her so badly in ways your brain couldn't understand. You made sure to savor the taste of her fingers stuffed in your mouth to recall it later for your own, disgusting personal use when she would throw you back into your cage and abandon you for days until she deemed you had learned your lesson about biting.
You watch her legs and feet move, pacing in front of your cage now. Holding your breath, you dare not make a sound unless asked to. Not that you could, you've lost your voice days ago. That purple filter seemed to creep into your open mouth and put a stop to forming words.
Of course, animalistic sounds were permitted.
The feet stop right in front of your cage. Your body stiffens and you hold back on the sudden feeling of release in your bladder. Another no-no that would only result in reprimanding. She had no time for cleaning up your mess, especially if she hadn't asked you to make one on purpose.
"I was just outside and my, it is such a gorgeous day out there! The air is so sweet...would you like to go outside, puppy?"
You reach forward until you slip your fingers through the cage bars to grab onto the metal. You know she sees your hand clutching; fingers extending as a way to show her you want out. You hear her laugh under her breath as she slightly bends her knees to unlatch the lock of your cage door.
The metal clicks loudly in the otherwise quiet room. Your fingers release from their grip on the bars as she opens the door for you to crawl out. You can't remember the last time you stood up on two legs; reduced to palms and knees. The scabs quickly calloused and no longer bled.
The second your head pokes out, you feel her hands come down to hook under your collar to clip the leash. You feel a slight tug around your neck as she pulls; moving herself so that she can quite literally pet you down your shoulder to your back.
She leads you out until you're fully out of your cage. You try to roll your shoulders back and try to stretch your legs. Your cage is cramped and you know it's for a reason. She wants to teach you some fucked up, twisted lesson. Maybe the lesson comes down to simply not trusting the nice lady next door when you move into a new neighborhood.
You follow hot behind her as she leads you out of the room. You try to take in your surroundings without tipping her off. She had you in a near to empty room; most likely an unused one. She most likely doesn't have any family she shares this house with. She would be insane to pull a stunt like that.
She leads you through her home until you pass by a couch and a sitting chair and realize you are now in her living room. Everything is neat and tidy from what you can see or what she allows you to see.
You can never make out her face; a big blur hangs there like a fogged mirror.
She yanks the leash and cuts her words out harshly,
"Sit. Now."
You have no other choice but to do so. It would mean a beating or strangling; wrapping the metal leash around your neck so tightly that you're forced to see stars until the world turns black.
That's already happened before.
You had woken up from that with deep cuts on your neck and bounds for your wrists and ankles. She was running her fingers all over your skin to touch you, inspect you.
You felt like one of those fucking show dogs being inspected for its pedigree.
She was inspecting you for durability.
You sit at her feet while she sits on the edge of her couch. You can feel the warmth of her leg as you're pressed against it and the forever tightening of the collar around your neck from each little movement she makes with the leash in her hand.
You flinch at the sudden impact of her hand on your head as she runs her fingers through your hair; petting you in the only way a human could 'pet' another human. You bite your tongue and sit as still as you can while she delivers a falsity of love and adoration.
"Such a good little puppy...so well-behaved. Mama taught you well, didn't I?"
Your eyes begin to close at the sensation of her fingers massaging your scalp. You truly in that moment feel like a beaten dog who cannot help but still love its owner.
You don't dare pull your thoughts to start to figure out what went wrong here. You're best at staying compliant to all her whims.
Even if it means for you to watch her from the corner of your eye pull her dress up to put her free hand up underneath.
There are no sounds but those far away from outside. You can faintly hear planes and cars and the odd occasional tweet from a bird. Outside seems so far away as you're sitting on the floor in a living room at the feet of a woman you hardly know.
But she's come to know every fucking inch of you.
The silence doesn't last long as her breaths turn laborious and you realize what she's doing. One hand to stroke you for being good while the other is busy pleasuring herself.
The acid boils in your stomach as you let out a whimper you didn't mean to unleash.
Both her hands stop with the one on your head flexing her fingers so that her nails dig into your skin.
"Awww...am I making you feel left out? Did you want Mommy to play with you, too?"
Her voice is so sweet that you have to shut your eyes close to hold yourself from the nausea that rocks through your body. You know that if you do not respond her only choice will be punishment.
You nod your head so that she can clearly see you do so; agreeing to her.
You hear her tongue click in praise before she raises up from the couch. Her hands leave your head as she slips away and all you can envision is the possibility that her other hand is wet.
'What shall we do...hmm...well, I'm not taking you outside! If you honestly believed that, you're a fool!"
Her laugh cuts through the living room. When she's done, you can still hear it ringing in your ears like a curse.
There was no way she was going to give you a taste of outside ever again.
"Back on all fours, Sweetheart."
Another yank of the leash that pulls you forward, forcing your hands out to steady yourself. She crouches down beside you and runs her fingers up and down your back once more until she rounds your ass cheeks and slips her hand between your legs.
You jolt forward and all she does is laugh while slipping to fingers deep inside of you.
It's the two fingers she had inside of herself.
"Mama's house isn't equipped to have more than one dog...let's just make sure of that..."
Your brain feels like it's burning rubber as you try to understand what she means while trying to push out the sensation of being finger-fucked.
She's talking about you being pregnant. Puppies.
You want nothing more than to turn your head and bite her; lunge at her with your nails and scratch her to ribbons. Push her down and tear at her throat with your teeth until she's left in her living room bleeding out.
But you cannot do that because your brain will not allow your muscles to flex and move. You swallow your goddamn pride and let her stuff her fingers deeper into you; fishing around as if she's going to pluck something out of you.
Maybe that will make you whole again.
Her fingers quickly are replaced by her mouth, lips and tongue. She has you leaning forward with your backside up in the air. Her tongue does the work that her fingers once did. You feel as if there's molten lava settling in your core and finally, quickly, an explosion of heat and wet explode onto her tongue.
You're the one left panting like a dog as she laps you up; licking you clean like a dog in heat.
An endless cycle with no end.
I love you like a rotten dog,
I love you like my canines are falling out of my gums,
You recently purchased an old house, built in the early 1900s, that had laid vacant for years before you bought it. It came along with all the problems you’d expect, and one you didn’t.
I've written some smut in my series but this is pretty much my first one shot. Hope you enjoy!
It was a crisp autumn day as the movers struggled to unload the one van of items that contained all you had managed to salvage from moving out on your own, away from your nightmare of a roommate. It wasn’t much. A queen sized bed, a love seat that would function as your couch for the time being, a dresser, a TV, and the few odds and ends that would allow the space to feel like your home and not like you were squatting in a vacant dilapidated house.
The home you purchased was vast and in its time had been grand. Though now it was a shadow of its former glory. It had laid vacant for at least the last year and had a rotation of homeowners before that, none of which seemed to last more than a year or two. Dust clung to nearly every surface and cobwebs hung in nearly every corner, but that didn’t bother you. You could see the potential, where the hardwood just needed some love and a new bit of stain. Where the walls needed a fresh coat of paint and the vintage lights just needed a polish. Sure you probably needed a new furnace and there was that dripping hole in the ceiling problem in the guest bedroom but nothing that time and a little elbow grease couldn’t fix. Because of all this it happened to fall within your restricted price range and the sellers seemed more than eager to agree to your below asking price offer, making some of the major repairs before you moved in. So now with the day finally here, you were excited, thrilled, to start this new chapter of your life.
The day went by quickly with movers shuffling in and out of the house and by the time the sun began to set, your bed was made, the power was on after a laborious phone call with the power company, and you had even managed to dig out a plate to eat the mediocre pizza you ordered on. You wandered out onto the back porch to enjoy the warm glow of the sunlight as it dipped behind the trees in your back yard as you ate. Though there was still lots to unpack you felt settled, you felt home, and finally happy on your own.
With half the pizza gone and the cool air of the autumn night beginning to seep into your bones you headed inside. You set your plate on the counter next to the large farmhouse sink, content to leave it for the next morning and headed up to get ready for bed. After searching through a few bags you had packed you managed to find a tooth brush and your skincare products and set about your nightly routine. As the water ran and you scrubbed your face clean you think you hear a clank and a clatter somewhere about the house. With your eyes still shut and covered in soap you fumble to turn off the water and listen.
Silence.
Nothing but the hum of the ancient furnace pumping through the house. You brush it off as an old house quirk and continue about your business. Weary and sore after a day of moving you quickly crawl into bed and shut off the lamp beside you as you snuggle under the covers. You let out a sigh, relieved to have the weight of your sore bones cradled under the plush warmth of your comforter, and quickly drift off to sleep.
As the night passes you delve into a series of fitful dreams, wading through endless swamps, running through dense, dark forests, being chased by an unknown pursuer, falling off a towering cliff and just before you make contact with the ground below you wake up suddenly in a pool of sweat, your breath labored and your heart racing with fear. Realizing it was just a trick of your own mind you hurry to settle yourself, slowing your breathing as you let your eyes flutter closed and urge yourself to fall back to sleep. As you start to slip into the haze of twilight between wake and slumber you catch a creaking sound just outside your door. Your eyes flash open and you turn your head to where the sound emanated. You hover for a moment on alert waiting for another sound to ring out in the night but again you are met with silence. You brush it off again as odd sounds you’ll grow used to as you spend more nights in your new home and roll over and finally fall into a dreamless slumber.
The next morning you wake and set about unpacking boxes in your room and cleaning off dusty surfaces. As you make your way down to the kitchen to try and scrape together some semblance of a coffee your eye catches something odd. You could have sworn you left your pizza plate on the counter but here it was broken in two in the sink. The clatter you heard the night before had something toppled it over causing it to break? It’d be too heavy for a mouse to move. A rat maybe? The idea makes you grimace and you make a note to not leave food out for the time being and pick up some traps when you head to the store.
You continue about your day, getting most of the few things you had unpacked, successfully setting up the WiFi and the TV, and even running to the store for groceries and those rat traps. Exhausted and dirty after a full day of sweat and dust you ease into a steaming shower as you ready for bed. The lava hot water soothes your sore muscles and the scent of your lavender and vanilla body wash eases you into a sleepy calm. You shut off the water and let it drip down the contours of your body as you step out naked onto your bath mat. The air is thick and quiet as the steam hangs curling in the air. You turn and reach for your towel and you swear you hear a lecherous whistle. You head whips around peering out the window to see if a passing neighbor may have caught sight of you but there’s no one. Not a soul. You frown in confusion, you’re tired, you're just imagining things. You shake your head as you wrap your towel around you and head into your bedroom.
You lay on your bed for a moment reveling in the relief the hot shower brought you as you let your eyes flutter closed for a moment. This silent pause is suddenly interrupted by a creaking of the floorboards at the foot of your bed. Your heart stutters as your head flies up. You half expect a person to be standing at the end but there’s nothing. You look around quickly, still expecting to catch something moving at least but you are alone. You slide off your bed leaving the towel behind and shuffle over to your dresser and begin searching for a cozy night shirt and underwear. As you’re digging through the drawer you feel a chill pass by you and your nipples pebble at the sensation. You shiver as you quickly select an outfit and put it on before diving under the covers. You tremble for a bit as the sheets take a moment to bring the warmth back to your body. As the heat slowly returns you reach an arm out and switch off the light. You snuggle down deep under the covers and slip into a deep slumber.
This night, instead of being plagued by night terrors you find yourself being touched and caressed by delicate hands working their way along your body, grasping at your plump breasts and teasing your nipples. You can feel a heat begin to pool in your core as a warm breath dances across your collar bone and soft lips begin to kiss and nip their way down your neck. The hands wander, perching themselves at your hips, the fingertips digging in before they begin to dip lower where the heat is blooming like a wildfire. They spread across the tops of your thighs before inching their way closer to where you’re craving them most. Then, just as they’re poised to sink into your aching heat, your alarm blares.
You groan as you shut it off. Cursing the fact that you have to rise and face the day ahead instead of giving in fully to the pleasure you were so close to reaching. You throw the covers off your body and roll out of bed with a grumble as you ready for work.
The day draws on long and slow and you ache to return to the comforts of your new home, and work out the tension that seemed to linger in your loins even as you carried out your tasks at work. As you fight your way through the evening traffic you can feel the desire sharpening to an almost unbearable ache. Finally you reach your home only to rush in heading straight for your bedroom to satisfy the itch that, at this point, was poised to consume you whole.
You throw your bag on the ground and hurry to dig through the remaining boxes you had yet to unpack in search of your reliable vibrator. You spill the contents of a few boxes before finding what you need and you jump to plug it in as you slip out of your trousers and throw yourself onto the bed. With your wand in hand you click it on to a familiar setting and throw your head back onto the pillows as you dive between your legs. The sopping wetness pooling at your core makes the thrumming work of the machine struggle to maintain contact with your clit, building you up time after time only to slip right as you’re about to spill over the edge. You groan in frustration and throw the device to the side, resigning yourself to take a break and try and calm down before going again. In the still silence you hear a cackle grow before a voice calls out into the room.
“Having trouble, hon?”
You shoot up in bed, your hands and arms wrapping around you tightly as your eyes search the room for the voice.
“Who…who’s there?” You try to shout more forcefully than your voice will muster. The room is empty but the wickedly delighted cackle echoes out again in the room. A shiver runs down your spine as you leap from the bed and bolt towards the door only to be stopped in your tracks by a stunningly beautiful glowing figure with long white wavy hair and a flowing purple dress hovering in the open doorway.
“BOO!” Gasps the woman with a sneer as she lurches towards you. You stumble back in horror falling onto the floor pulling another cackling laugh from the creature.
“A… a ghost!” You stammer as you scramble back against the wall.
“Indeed, dear!” The woman lilts playfully as she floats towards you. “Don’t worry! I don’t bite…much.” She says as a sly grin creeps across her face and she stops just inches away from you. You can feel your breath coming in quick panicky bursts as the air around you begins to chill and she crouches down to your level.
“Wh…who are you?” You manage to ask in spite of your fear.
“The name’s Agatha Harkness!” She announced with a flourish. “Very nice to meet you, dear.” She smirks as her gaze washes over you. “It’s been ages since I’ve had a pretty young thing such as yourself in my humble abode.”
“Y…your abode? This is my house! You…you’re dead!” You spit back at her, feigning confidence.
“Dead?” She giggled, floating over to lounge across your bed “Not quite, but as close as you can get on this side of the veil, if you’re cunning enough.”
“Ha…have you been watching me this whole time?” You stammer as you scramble to your feet.
“Hard not to with the show you’ve been putting on! It’s been very…entertaining, to say the least. Like I said, those before haven’t been nearly as…enticing.” She bit with a wicked grin.
You glance down at your half naked body, suddenly remembering what exactly you were in the middle of, and your hands lurch to hide your exposed bits.
“Ha ha! Don’t be shy now! You were just getting to the good part!” She snickers “though not quite. Am I right, hon?” She hums as she lifts herself from the bed to hover back over near you, her long hair flowing wildly behind her as her glowing eyes seem to pierce right through your shirt to the rest of your vulnerability. A blush creeps along your chest and cheeks as you divert your gaze, landing on the device that hadn’t quite been able to scratch the right itch. “No shame in needing a little hand, dear.” She coos as she brings a shimmering hand to graze across your cheek to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You shiver at the frigid touch. “I’m happy to be of assistance, though I will say, in my current state it might be a little more challenging than it once was.” She shrugs as she drifts back to sit at the edge of your bed, leaning back on her hands as she puffs her chest forward. “But that’s not to say it wouldn’t be as…pleasurable, for the both of us.”
You stand there dumbfounded, frozen in fear and confusion. Was this ghost really trying to fuck you right now? The idea tumbles around in your head as you feel the aching pulse return to your core. “I…I think I can manage on my own. Alone.” You say almost half heartedly.
She gives you a pouting pitiful look as she rises once again to float only inches from your face. She crooks an icy finger under your chin as she studies you. As she does you can’t help but notice her inhuman beauty. Cheekbones that could cut diamonds, eyes that glimmer white hot and frigid cold as they devour you from the inside out, and her wicked smile that seems to stretch the entire width of her face like she could take a bite out of you at any moment and you’d crave the touch. With her long finger pressed to your chin you can feel the pulse in your cunt growing heavy and urgent. You imagine just for a second what it would feel like to have those frigid digits deep inside you and the thought sends a fresh, sopping wave of pleasure right to your core.
“Are you sure?” She asks with a tantalizing grin as her finger flicks off the end of your chin and a soft moan escapes your lips. She lets out a delicious cackle. “That moan says otherwise! And I must confess, it’s been far too long since I’ve had any pleasure of my own. It’d be a shame to leave us both…unsatisfied. Wouldn’t it, dear?” She whispers into the shell of your ear before floating gently back.
You can feel your heart race down into your cunt. You can’t seriously be considering this, right? Yet the wetness leaking out of you as she sizes you up with her devilish gaze begs to differ. What could possibly be the harm? You nod. “Ok, Agatha. Just this once.”
She grins widely like the cat who ate the canary. “We’ll see if you feel the same afterwards.” She cackles as she floats up and aims herself towards you.
“Wait…wait. NO! What are you doing!?” You screech as she barrels toward you and shoots herself into your body. You feel yourself blown back and crash into the wall behind you before you crumple to your knees on the floor. You try to push yourself up but you can’t move. Then you feel yourself shift back onto your knees as your head lobs back and you inhale a heaving breath. Your face stretches in an unnatural smile as a haughty cackle leaves your lips.
“Ahhh!” You sigh. “It’s even more delicious than I expected!” The words leave your lips but not of your own accord. Then your hands begin to wander around your body, hugging your curves, squeezing at your breasts then sliding down between your legs to prod at your sex. You hear a gasp leave your lips as your hand draws away. “My my! We were worked up weren’t we!” You hear yourself say as your fingers spread before you with your arousal strung between your digits.
All of a sudden you feel your whole body prickle as if it’s wired into the house itself. A bolt of energy ripples down your spine and through your left arm and just as it reaches the tips of your fingers a crackling purple light manifests in your palm. You laugh out deep and maniacally. “Even better than I expected! This is going to be fun!”
Your body jumps to its feet and you rush into the bathroom to stare at yourself in the mirror. Your hair is wild, almost appearing windblown, your body turns examining every divot and curve and then you catch your gaze. Your eyes are glowing amethyst and electric. You can feel yourself begin to panic but the expression doesn’t read on your face, instead it’s plastered with giddy joy and delight. “Oh, honey! I couldn’t have crafted a better body if I’d tried! It feels…divine!” You hear Agatha moan as you bite your bottom lip before your gaze shifts to the bed in your room. A smirk tugs at your lips before your body rushes forward to pounce on the plush surface.
You roll around in the covers for a moment huffing in the heady scent of orange blossom and sandalwood as you bury your face in the freshly cleaned linens. You squeal with glee as you push yourself to your feet on the bed then you begin to jump about before quickly flopping back down on your back gasping for breath.
“Honey, we’ve gotta work on your cardio! You should not be this out of breath!” Agatha laughs as your hands begin to wander across your form once more. “Well, shall we?” She giggles as your fingers pinch at your nipples through your shirt and you feel an electric bolt shock them as your fingers depart, sending a shockwave of pleasure throughout your body as you gasp. “Ugh…even better than I remember!” Agatha moans through your mouth.
You sit bolt upright and shed that final layer of clothing exposing your naked body to the chill of the room. You can feel your skin prickle as the cool air settles around you and you slowly settle back. “Let’s start off slow, don’t want to overwhelm you too quickly, especially since you’re already so close and we haven’t even begun!” Agatha drawls through your lips before tucking your teeth around the bottom one as your hands return to your now naked breasts.
You’re trapped, a passenger in your own form as Agatha uses your hands to dance gracefully across all your most sensitive parts. A finger lingers on the tip of your lips before trailing down, dragging your nail around your chin and down your neck. Your nails then scrape across your collar bone before wrapping around your neck and giving it a gentle squeeze. They slide down in tandem, dipping into the valley between your breasts before cupping beneath the tender fleshy mounds. Your thumbs graze against the pebbled buds once more, sending another shock of energy as they connect, drawing a whimpering moan from your lips.
“So sensitive…” Agatha hums “so pliable! It’s going to be hard to restrain myself, but trust me dear, it’ll be worth it in the end!”
Your mind wars between panic and pleasure as your hands continue to travel down your body. There is something enticing about being a stranger to yourself, letting the sensations come and having no power to control when or where. Yet still, in the back of your mind hangs this fear, will she let me go once her needs have been satisfied?
Your hands skate past your most aching need to perch at the peak of your knees. Your fingers curl into claws as your nails scrape down the length of your thighs to rest at the vale of your hips leaving reddened markings in their wake. Your fingers drum in little patterns at this crest, sending shooting purple sparks that curl and wrap around your thighs back up to the tip of your knees. The feeling is pain and pleasure, teasing you towards what you crave most.
Your fingers dip toying at the crease then your left hand shifts and swipes your middle finger through your folds savoring the wetness that’s gathered there. You feel your body hum in delight as a pulsing wave of energy radiates from the crown of your head down to your core. Your finger brushes up licking once at the sensitive, swollen bundle of nerves and you feel yourself shiver at the touch.
“Ohm…” Agatha gasps before biting down at the corner of your lip. “I haven’t felt this turned on in ages!” She sighs as your eyes flutter closed. She brings your right hand up to fondle your tit as her left hand dares to go deeper. She brushes past the bud and dips your middle and ring finger easily into your drenched core and curls them inside you, stimulating the soft spongy surface within. You feel yourself keen as your other hand reaches up further to rest at the center of your chest.
As the ball of your left hand presses down on your clit Agatha begins to pump your fingers slowly in and out drawing out more wetness with each thrust. You feel the tips of your fingers on your right hand begin to tingle and suddenly you feel the same pulse of energy that wrapped around your legs crawl up to circle your neck and move up into your hairline behind your head. There is a sweet and dull pulsing rhythm with your heartbeat that tightens and loosens as it snakes and binds. You can hear the panting of your breath grow more ragged as the coil in your core draws taught.
Soon there is a buzzing, warm energy growing in your left hand and as she sneaks your index finger through your folds to join the other two. You feel a rush of energy fill you whole and you each cry out, arching in pleasure as your legs begin to shake. “Uhh…you feel so good! Fuck!” Agatha groans.
Your right hand draws down to rest at your navel, tightening the bind as it continues to grow and creep up the underside of your chin, pulling at your bottom lip and jaw. You whimper as the pleasure continues to climb, your core tightening as she continues to pump her fingers in and out, pulling you closer and closer to the edge. The sensations are so overwhelming, so intense you can’t begin to imagine how you haven’t combusted yet.
Higher and higher you climb as sweat begins to drip down and onto the sheets below, mingling with the arousal practically pouring out of your body. You can feel your eyebrows scrunch as a moan escapes your lips. “Yes! Yes! Ugh, you’re so close!” She digs the nails of your right hand into your chest, tightening the bind once more, just as a fresh wave of powerful energy pulses through your cunt spilling you at last over the edge. Your legs tremble violently and your toes curl as your body arches high off the bed and your eyes roll back into your head as you scream out a gasping moan. Your body radiates in ecstasy as electric shocks of pleasure cycle from head to toe.
Then, all at once you feel the fullness release and the bind relent as your body goes limp atop the bed, your breath coming in gasps. You blink your eyes open and your fingers twitch in your right hand. You slowly curl it into a fist and let it drop to the side. You pull your other hand up from between your legs feeling it drenched in your juices and wipe it off on the sheets beside you. Having full control of yourself now you glance around the room, still heaving, searching for any sign of the ghost who pulled the very soul from your body, but there was nothing.
Silence.
You roll yourself to the edge of the bed and swing your legs over the side as you push yourself to sit. You slide off the edge onto wobbly legs and nearly lose your balance as you stumble towards the bathroom. You throw open the bathroom door.
Still no sign of her.
You turn towards the mirror taking in your utterly ruined reflection. Your hair is somehow wilder than before, your body is drenched in sweat and there is a sheen stickiness glistening on your upper thighs. A satisfying soreness is settling in your core as you catch sight of your gaze once more. Though the glowing amethyst has gone from your eyes, in its place has returned your natural human shade. You then glance down to see the marks your nails made across your body, bright red and claiming. You sigh wondering how long it will take for them to dissipate.
And then you catch it, out of the corner of your eye, a glimmer sparkling over the bathtub. You spin around suddenly to find Agatha perfectly content, stretched out in the basin as swirls of otherworldly smoke linger about like bath water.
“Hate to say I was a bit rusty but I certainly enjoyed myself!” She gleamed as she shot your stunned figure a lecherous smirk and quirked a taunting eyebrow. “How about you hon?”
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I am thinking about doing a part 2 of this with Rio. Thoughts?
Reader is being initiated into the coven as a familiar. Obviously the initiation ritual is an orgy.
Notes: no gendered terms for reader, reader has a cunt, sexy telepathy shenanigans, getting fucked dumb.
You were on the ground, stretched out across a large rug with a pentacle on it. Your head, arms, and legs finding a spot in each of the 5 points. By the end of the night, you would officially be a part of the coven.
Alice was caressing your right leg. Rio was kissing the inner thigh of your left. Lilia was also on your left, kissing your knuckles and holding your hand. Jen took your fingers into her mouth and you did your best not to squirm.
And at your head, of course, was Agatha. Your head was in her lap as she gazed down at you. Her blue eyes boring into you. You tried to look away but she wouldn’t let you. Her hands now gently held you.
“It’s time to initiate our new member,” she said.
And that’s all it took for Rio’s hands to find the buckle of your belt, undoing it slowly, then unbuttoning your pants.
Alice smiled at you softly. “It’s gonna be okay.” She assured you.
“This off too,” Agatha said while tugging at your shirt. Lilia and Jen guided you to sit up and gently pulled your shirt over your head. Agatha bit her lip at the sight of your bare back and grazed over your skin with her nails. Lilia and Jen moved to grab at your chest and stomach.
“You’re doing really well, little one.” Lilia whispered to you.
“You are indeed,” Agatha agreed. She threaded her fingers in the back of your hair and pulled you so that your neck was extended over her shoulder. You let out a small whimper. “Really, really well. Just relax. Just give in.”
Jen was kissing your neck now. Rio was yanking your pants and underwear off of you.
“She’s so eager to taste you,” Agatha husked in your ear.
“As long as she can remember to share,” Lilia said. Her soft hands explored your skin, occasionally scratching you lightly.
Alice was leaving little love bites on your thigh as Rio inhaled your scent.
You couldn’t stop from squirming. Agatha’s arms wrapped around you, pinning yours to your side. “Poor baby, I know you’re so overwhelmed aren’t you?”
Jen kissed your cheek, then your lips. Lilia’s found their way to the side of your neck. Rio licked slowly along your slit until she reached your clit. You moaned and squirmed again, but not in an effort to get away.
“You’re gonna make such a good familiar, a good little pet for us.” Jen said when she finally broke the kiss.
“My turn,” Lilia said before you could get a word in. Lilia was gentler but no less passionate. You could now feel two mouths on your cunt.
“Good pet, just give yourself over. Let yourself feel. I’ll be right back,darling.” Agatha left you with a kiss on the cheek.
You felt someone pushing their fingers into your cunt.
“Fuck you’re so wet,” you heard Alice say with awe.
“You taste so fucking good,” Rio groaned.
“I think it’s time to rotate,” said Jen.
“Fine,” Rio huffed, “but only because it means I can kiss them.”
Jen straddled one of your thighs while Rio pulled you in for a deep kiss. Lilia rubbed up and down your slit, just teasing you.
“My turn,” Alice said, turning your face towards hers.
“Are we having fun?” Agatha called out as she sauntered back over. She was sporting a leather harness, and quite a large purple strap.
You couldn’t respond as Alice was cradling your head and kissing you tenderly. She let you set the pace as you cautiously explored her mouth with your tongue.
“I think everyone’s having a good time,” Rio said with a grin.
“Good, good, think they’re ready?” Agatha asked.
Lilia slipped two fingers into you with ease, “Oh I think so. They’re dripping.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” Agatha came to face you. Jen and Lilia holding your legs apart. Alice kissed your cheek and rubbed up and down your arm.
Rio couldn’t wait to see you take Agatha’s cock. Or her own for that matter. Or Alice’s. Or Jen’s or Lilia’s. “We’re going to fucking wreck you, pet.”
“But not in a way you won’t recover from.” Alice reassured you.
“That’s right.” Agatha said as you were laid back. She started rubbing her cock against your slit and clit. “You can fall apart for us. Let us in. And then we’ll put you back together. That’s how this works.”
The other women caressed you all over one last time before letting Agatha have all of your attention.
“You haven’t said much during all of this dear. How are you feeling?”
“Good,” you replied. Still in a bit of a daze.
Agatha chuckled at how far you had already fallen. “I’m so glad to hear that pet. Get ready to feel even better. Just relax. And let me in, let all of us in.” Agatha said, finally pushing her tip into your entrance.
You heard a chorus of whispers echoing in your head. The gentle command of
“Let us in” being repeated by the voice of every one of your coven members.
Agatha gently pushed you down and worked more of her length into you. She smiled at the gasp you let out as she started to stretch you out.
“There we go. Nice and full. Your hole is nice and full of Me. And your head is full of hour voices. No room for you to overthink…or think at all.” She said with a chuckle.
You looked up at her, mouth hanging open, any response you could have formed wiped from your brain as Agatha slowly thrusted her cock in and out of you.
“Good pet.” You heard Lilia whisper in your mind.
Jen’s voice followed. “Look at them, taking it so well.”
“Fuck.” Alice said simply
“I don’t know who I’m more jealous of,” said Rio.
“We’ve all been so excited to claim you, pet,” Agatha said, hovering right above you. She moaned as you squeezed around her.
You started squirming, not sure what to do with yourself when you were feeling so good. Agatha pinned your wrists down by your head.
“It’s okay. I got you. Let yourself feel. Feel how connected we are right now. Feel how deep I am inside of you.”
You looked up at her, trying to form a response.
“Sh sh sh, why are you still trying to think? There’s no need for that right now. Just surrender to it baby, surrender to me, surrender to us.”
You closed your eyes and let Agatha have her way with you. Taking deep breaths as pleasure started to coil tighter and tighter inside of you.
“Such a good pet, getting close aren’t you? Can you open your eyes for us? Can you look at me while you cum?”
You opened them and found Agatha gazing down at you fondly, a hand came to caress your cheek.
“You look good like this, superstar. I would love to watch you like this all night, have you totally fucked out underneath me. But I can’t wear you out too much before everyone’s had their fill can I? Oh but you’re getting close aren’t you? That’s okay sweetheart, you can let go.”
A chorus of whispers in your mind also encouraged you to cum. You could let go. And they would be there. They would push you farther, but they’d take good care of you after. And with that, your orgasm shook through you, pulling a primal sound out of your mouth.
“Good, good pet. You rest for a moment, but we’re far from done for the night.” Agatha chuckled. She pulled out of you, and you saw Rio fasten a green dildo to her hips.
Tags: No Plot, Mildly Dubious Consent because Agnes is under a hex, Agatha as Detective Agnes O'Connor, Rope Bondage, Face Sitting, Squirting, Praise Kink, canon divergence from episode 1, and billy does not appear
Summary:
"Whatever I want, huh?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. "What if I want to fuck you?"
Vidal laughs, damn her. "I thought you didn't want to give us another shot."
"What, you think I can't fuck you without falling back in love?" Agnes demands. "I have needs, alright? That's all."
Vidal leans in close enough that Agnes can see her pupils wide, making her eyes appear almost black. "It would be my pleasure, Agnes, to be fucked by you."
Written for day 7 of AAA Kinktober 2025: Bondage
Sooo AAA Kinktober starts in a few days, but I was impatient and posted day 1 - Breast/Nipple Worship, Fingering and/or Edging. Besides, theres nothing like a little Jen/Lilia to liven up the fandom hehe.
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Agatha All Along Kinktober Day 6: Gentle Sex ll Hate Sex ll Rough Sex
Summary: Your last morning together with your girlfriend Agent Rio Vidal isn't exactly what you had in mind. There's another entity there between you; holding you both back as you try to make the most of your time together before she leaves for Westview.
Word count: 1.9k
Pairings: Agent Rio Vidal x Reader
Rating: Mature (NSFW)
Warnings: Gentle sex, hate sex, rough sex, swearing, pet names, sex toys, strap-on, cunnilingus, clit stimulation, masturbation, kissing, rough kissing, biting, verbal degradation, degradation kink, fingers in mouth, possessive sex
Music inspo: Soma - The Smashing Pumpkins, There's A Road - Kinney, Depression & Obsession - Koe Wetzel, 2 Heads - Coleman Hell, All Or Nothing - Theory of a Deadman, confession - girl in red, Wicked Game - Chris Isaak
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You can't stand to look at the moving boxes anymore as they continue to pile up and litter every inch of Rio's home. You had helped her pack her belongings early on when she had found out she had been reassigned to work in Westview, New Jersey but as the moving date got closer and closer, you no longer had the heart to help your girlfriend pack up her life to move for some unsolved case.
Maybe you were simply being selfish but it really did feel like losing Rio was going to be the final nail in the coffin.
Not that it hadn't been great between the two of you; in fact, it had only ramped up recently. Your affection and desire for one another had hit a peak in the last year and a half but this sudden change of direction felt like a killing blow.
And Rio was jumping in head first.
Rio had even found some newsletter from the station showing her new partner, one Detective Agnes O'Connor and within seconds, you wondered if that was her reason for going.
You could see why your girlfriend ramped up on getting things packed and organized to move away from her life here with you.
But you wanted the best for her, right? You wanted her to achieve and put some good out into the world; close some cases and hopefully bring some relief to families whose lives have been shattered.
But the selfishness crept in and you wondered if you would ever be able to heal when it would be the last time Rio stepped foot out from her home and left you to return to yours; no longer being able to share a meal or a bed or a quick fuck between the sheets.
It was all fleeting; every inch of love and respect you had for her and yet, you found her wide awake between your legs on her final morning here with you.
Your body betrayed your mind as it kicked into overdrive and allowed every sensation to be felt and heightened. The way Rio's tongue moved so deeply inside of you, as if she was trying to spell her name on the inside of your walls, sent shivers down your naked spine.
Steady hand to her hair, you kept her between your legs as you used your free hand to rub away at your swollen clit. You wanted this moment and this image; all the feelings and emotions etched into your brain forever. For eternity. Rio would be the one who got away and you would live your life kicking yourself over it and praying, hoping that this Agnes woman wouldn't get to live the life you wanted to with Rio.
But you knew, in your heart of hearts, that it would happen because if you had been Rio, you would have fallen for that stern looking butch in the photograph holding up an award for excellency.
"What...do you think she tastes like?..."
You watch as Rio's gaze flicks up to stare at your face from between your legs. You had no idea what this woman is like or what she even sounds like; smells like. You have nothing but a name and a rank and yet something eats away at the inside of your mind about her. You'll know eventually she'll be in your place with Rio's mouth occupied between her legs. You wince and moan at the thought of it as Rio shoves her tongue just a little deeper inside of your cunt.
Your fingers curl around the sheets; grabbing as you feel a sudden wave overcome you.
You come onto her tongue; around her lips. Rio tries to gasp for air as she comes up between your legs. She licks her lips as she stares at you before bowing her head back down to leave a quick, sloppy kiss on your soaked lips. You squirm from her actions and the pang that shoots right through your core. Rio comes back up and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Were you...picturing what Detective O'Connor tastes like...as I was going down on you? Really?"
You brush off her question as you roll onto your side; pressing your thighs down together as hard as you can. The ache inside of you grows bigger and gets louder; screaming in your head for the need to be filled.
"You'll have to text me...tell me what it's like..."
You mumble, half-jokingly as you lift your leg just enough to signal to Rio what you want. She crawls over to you, right hand stroking her cock between her legs as she settles in behind you. She takes your leg, lifts your thigh to where she wants you to hang it in the air. That hand swoops down to wipe up the slick between your legs; spanking your cunt before she nestles in behind you. You feel the head and length of her cock teasing to slip into you.
You push your hips back until you feel Rio slip inside of you; not yet fully breaching but just enough to feel something.
Rio's left hand comes over your body; palm flat to press on your lower abdomen. You feel the pressure underneath your navel as she pushes herself deep inside of you with ease. You're already so wet for her, by her. You wonder if you'll ever feel this way about someone ever again.
Rio holds you in the position you've put yourself in as you use your hips and legs; your toes curling against the sheets to fuck yourself back onto her cock. You feel her mouth pressed against your shoulder in a hard kiss. Bone to bone before she opens her mouth to sink her teeth into you.
You pick up speed as you use your hands now to fuck yourself relentlessly back onto her cock. The sound of your ass hitting her thighs and stomach fill the near to empty bedroom. She sinks her teeth in deeper as you completely lose yourself against her.
"Fuck...fuck, Rio...will you...will you fuck her this good? Just...just like...oh god...likeyou'refuckingme?..."
Her teeth release from your shoulder to moan loudly into your ear. Finally, Rio's hips snap back and forth as she takes over to fuck you. You can finally catch your breath and sink into her; the dead weight of your body against the mattress and up against her. She groans in your ear as her hand travels down your abdomen to swipe at your clit.
She uses no form of modesty or kindness; bold, hard presses down onto that already swollen and numb bud.
And she does, she has been. It's all she's been doing since you both woke up this morning. You know the time is ticking between you; almost ready to run out as she fucks you harder and deeper. You feel like you're going to split in two as your legs turn to jelly and your ass cheeks feel sore against her skin as it hits over and over again.
The throbbing of your shoulder will linger for a few days more as it'll surely turn into a bruise; a reminder of what is leaving your life.
Rio shifts and so do you even though your body feels like a bag of lead. She drags you back; onto her and deeper on her cock. You feel it hit as far as it'll physically go and let out a whine. It only makes Rio pull you against her harder, deeper.
You're on your knees and forearms as Rio fucks you from behind; her fingers raking on your hips and thighs.
"You've always been...a dirty little slut, huh? Thinking of me fucking some other woman you don't even know...fuck, baby, I don't even know..."
You can tell Rio has her teeth clenched as she talks; cutting like a diamond on a glass. You groan as you yank at the sheets and feel them loosen from being pulled so tight. Your knuckles are as white as the sheets.
She uses your hips to slam you back against her cock. It's agonizing as Rio makes you wait in between; holding you back for so long you start to wiggle your hips to catch some movement, some friction inside of you. With each little movement, she takes to spanking your ass cheeks. Alternating with each little movement, it'll be another reminder of what would have slipped through your fingers all too soon.
"God...Rio...she's...she's your fucking type! You can't...tell me you saw that picture of her and...and..."
"And what?"
"And...fuck...didn't want to fuck her...have her cock in your mouth...grope her tits from behind...please...please Rio..."
You have no idea what else you're currently begging for.
Rio groans desperately as she tries her hardest to snake her hand up to your face. You turn you head to give her a better chance, better access to whatever the hell she wants to do. You think she's trying to squeeze your throat but her fingers slide past your tender mouth and rub against your chapped lips.
You part your lips for her as she tries her hardest in this position to slip her fingers into your mouth.
You can taste yourself between her skin as your tongue prods between her fingers to lick at the tiny web. You've always been amused by tasting yourself and wonder if you taste any different on someone else's tongue. Rio's hand slips away and leaves your mouth empty; the wet fingers drag down your back and squeeze your left ass cheek as if trying to lift you up a little. You push back in response to the cool slick of saliva on your hot skin.
Your sigh fills the air as Rio continues to grab your skin with a force that can only be possessive. Maybe she will miss you more than you think; realizing all the little moments you shared together as she takes a foot forward into the unknown.
Into whatever realm that shrouds this Detective O'Connor.
You turn your head back to try and catch a glimpse of Rio to hold it in your mind's eye. The way there's a shiny gleam of sweat on her forehead and bare chest. Her breasts sway ever so slightly; nipples dark and erect. Down further where her harness sits proud on her strong hips with their muscles rippling down to her legs. She's more than capable and willing to do what she must to survive. A sob catches in your throat when she holds your gaze with her own.
"Maybe she'll be like you, baby...a little possessive, willing to do anything to get me off...maybe she'll sound like you when you moan into my ear and taste like you do when you come on my tongue..."
Rio's voice drifts farther and farther away as you slink forward and rest your head against the sheets. You feel safe and held; Rio's strong arms holding you and helping you lay yourself down in sheer exhaustion.
"Maybe I'll tell her your name...so I can hear her say it out loud as I fuck her...or, right before she takes my into her mouth...would you like that? To be remembered that way? I think you would, baby...I think you really would."
Agatha All Along Kinktober Day 7: Bondage II Blindfold II Handcuffs
Summary: Agnes feels the need to introduce you to a new toy of hers; on your knees, cuffed and blindfolded, of course.
Word count: 1.7k
Pairings: Detective Agnes O'Connor x Reader
Rating: Mature (NSFW)
Warnings: Bondage, blindfold, handcuffs, porn without plot, swearing, pet names, dirty talk, fingers in mouth, hair pulling, foreign objects used as sex toys, blowjob, gun play
Music inspo: Something In Your Mouth - Nickelback, The Hand That Feeds - NIN, Father I Have Sinned - Dogma, With Teeth - NIN, Wicked Game - Chris Isaak, Sex & Candy - Marcy Playground
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You shift as you feel your left foot start to tingle; falling asleep from the applied pressure as you continue to sit on it. Agnes had gotten you down onto your knees without any force at all. You had wanted this just as badly as she did; even if she didn't admit it. You knew this kind of stuff was hard for her sometimes, to air her desires. Still bottling up all the fear and shame she carried around like a badge of honor; nestled right beside her detective badge.
She worked in silence as you heard the clink of her handcuffs and the tiny gear mechanism sound as she opened them up and slapped them around your wrists which she had put behind your back. You watched her diligently as she worked and moved around you. The air she held was one of total control even if you really couldn't take her seriously in that fucking Bohner shirt she loved to wear on lazy nights in.
Agnes pulls on the chain that links the cuffs to make sure they're tight enough so you don't get any smart ideas. You smirk at her and she catches it; that knowing gaze passes between you and you can tell she's getting antsy about starting whatever she has in mind. She bites her lip and shakes her head at you as she walks away, disappearing into the laundry room around the corner from the living room where she has you on your knees.
She stomps back into the room; heavy construction socks making contact with the wooden floor beneath her as she advances towards you. She's holding her silk robe, the one you find oddly feminine that you haven't asked her about. Was it a gift? Had she bought it in a time of her life where she carried herself differently?
But it wasn't the robe Agnes was interested in but the silk belt that she pulled through the loops until it came free in her hands. Dropping the robe at her feet, Agnes continues to advance towards you now with determination in her eyes. Each end of the belt is in her hands; already outstretched and ready to wrap around your eyes.
Your breath catches in your throat as your world goes black and you feel the tight knot at the back of your head.
Agnes laughs under her breath at the job well done on her end.
"I always told you that you look good on your knees..."
You almost don't hear Agnes as she talks in a low, deep whisper. She's above you but not near you, not in your ear. You're wishing she was. You try to press your legs together which only makes her snort through her nose in an attempt to laugh at how desperate you are.
"Is that getting you wet, Baby? Good."
You nod your head and continue pressing your legs together. You can hear her circling you; the fabric of her sweat pants brush against your arm every once in a while when she gets too close. You try to reach for her and are quickly reminded your wrists are cuffed behind your back. You feel the instant heat rush up your face and Agnes stops her walking. You know she definitely saw you try and grab at her.
"Wet and impatient? Jesus...I better do something soon, huh?"
She takes another step in front of you and stops. You know she's facing you, probably looking down at you. Sizing you up and eating you with her eyes. You want to know so badly what she has in store for you. You open your mouth to ask.
"Exactly what I was thinking."
But before you can let any words fall from your lips, you feel her fingers squeezing the sides of your jaw. She's holding your face in place as she applies pressure which causes your lips to pout for her. She's holding you so tightly you're sure they'll be bruises along your jawline tomorrow.
"I was really impressed last time when you took my cock into your mouth..."
Her sentence hangs and you know she could have added more to it; maybe a question or a demand. Something hangs there but she never finishes her thought. Her fingers press into your skin as she tilts your head back a little so that she can look down at your face. How badly you wish you weren't blindfolded to look at Agnes' face as she praises you.
A tiny whine escapes your mouth and that's enough for her to make her next move. Her left thumb that's pressed against your cheek swipes inwards and dips into your mouth. You feel the warmth of her and the calloused skin on her thumb; the jagged nail against your tongue. You lick at her thumb; the underside of it before she squeezes your cheeks a little harder which is great for you. You're able to suck on her thumb now without trouble.
It's Agnes' turn to moan as she stands there so close to you with her thumb in your mouth. There's a sense of desperation as she purposefully pushes the pad of her thumb down onto your tongue. Maybe this is her way to ask you for more in which you nod your head and continue to suck for as long as she'll let you.
"Now that I've got you warmed up..."
Once again her sentence hangs as she slowly pulls her thumb out from your mouth and makes the saliva pop against your lips. The both of you moan at it and you can feel your own saliva hit your chin. Agnes doesn't bother wiping it away as she holds you now with one hand; her left occupied elsewhere.
You can hear fabric shifting and you wonder if Agnes is pulling down her track pants. The soft gray material that always feels so good in your hands when you wrap your arms around her waist and pull her close and when you pull them down her strong legs while you're on the couch together. The feeling of them instantly reminds you of her and you can't help but to smile at the thought of it and what's to come.
You feel Agnes' finger tap your lips and trace the curve of your smile. You feel your body tense for only a second before you sink deeper into your kneeling position. You can no longer feel your feet and toes. Every sensation you still have ripples through your lower stomach and between your legs.
That same hand cups your chin once more and pulls you forward until you feel your nose brush against the crotch of her pants. You whimper which bleeds into a moan; lips pressing against the fabric. Agnes' hand on your face travels upwards, brushing against the edge of the belt and wrapping around to grab your hair. She holds your face against her to let you know, maybe even remind you, that she has you in the palm of her hand.
Down on your knees for her.
You nudge your head up just a little until your lips drag against the waistband of Agnes' pants. You hear her above you sucking in her breath and her fingers gripping your hair a little harder. She's trying to anchor herself for what's to come even though she's been asking for this to all unfold. It's as if, at the moment, she can hardly believe it's happening.
It's cute; which makes you realize you're the one in control.
Your lips part and your teeth catch the edge of her waistband. Cotton hits your tongue as you use the muscles in your neck to drag down her pants from her waist. Her grip in your hair only gets stronger as if she's afraid you'll suddenly disappear from in front of her. You wait to pick up on some semblance of a toy underneath her pants; the harness around her waist. You don't feel any of it; none of the familiarity that is usually behind Agnes' clothes. Just the spandex material of her boxers meet the tip of your nose and jut of your chin as you drag yourself down against her.
Maybe there's something else here at play, you muse as you press your lips against the crotch of her boxers and leave a hard kiss. You can feel her pubis underneath and the warmth radiating off of her from between her legs; the way her sex smells and heightens your senses that still remain unbound.
You want to put Agnes in your mouth.
You feel her pulling you back up a little but the heat never leaves your lips nor does her scent. You already feel drunk off of her and everything she's done so far. The way she makes you feel; the thoughts in your head are almost too much to bear. That is, until you feel something plastic and hard trace your lips. You open instinctively and she coos; almost overthrown with how willing and ready you are when you have no real idea of what she's offering you.
Agnes holds the hose nozzle in her free hand and uses the pointed tip of it to trace your lips before she nudges it gently against them. Open up, she's saying with it, as her fistful of your hair still holds you taught exactly where you are. Head still tilted back so she can see everything; every twitch of muscle on your face as your mouth parts and she slips it past your lips.
The feeling is foreign and not what you expected. It's all hard plastic with rough, uneven edges and you wonder what it could be. It's no toy you've ever had in your mouth by her or anyone for that matter.
Agnes shifts as she brings her body to hand level; mimicking the placement of where it would sit if it did happen to be her strap in your mouth. She mimics as best as she can as she fucks your mouth with what she's got.
Her gun, of course, as she glances down at the dull grey coat of her service pistol. She made sure it was unloaded, of course. No bullets in the chamber. Finger not resting on the trigger.
She watches you with wide eyes as you suck off her gun; the curl of a smile on the corner of your lips as you do so.
You wonder if she can feel the tip of your tongue probing the hole at her tip.
Agatha All Along Kinktober Day 1: Breast/Nipple Worship ll Fingering ll Edging
Summary: Rio visits Agatha a few weeks after Nicky's birth to show Agatha that she still very much cares about her. Agatha cannot get over the fact that Rio, still will have a job to fulfill one day when it comes to the well-being of their son.
Word count: 2.7k
Pairings: Salem!Agatha x Rio Vidal
Rating: Mature (NSFW)
Warnings: Pet names, swearing, vaginal fingering, nipple/breast worship, groping, cupping, edging, denied orgasm, edging, alluding to child death, hair pulling, hate sex
Music inspo: labour - Paris Paloma, Fiddler's Green - The Tragically Hip
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Rio crept along the bank of the river that ran through the woods. It passed right through the little cottage they had set themselves up in; access to water for washing and drinking and growing. It had been the perfect place for them the second they knew they were something more than being vices for each other.
Agatha had gotten pregnant and Rio, despite her knowledge of what was to come, granted Agatha more time to be with their son. The young witch had been cold ever since that early morning; afraid of Rio and what she was able to do. She had not wanted to beg and bargain for time, for life. It pained her that she had to ask for this from the love of her life.
Rio thought, as she walked slowly beside the bank, that she could somehow make this up to Agatha. It had been a few weeks and Rio had given her love and her son time alone. Maybe the bonds there would grow without Rio or, maybe Agatha would realize that she did need Rio around despite the nagging knowledge that one day, she would have to say goodbye to her son and pass him over into Rio's care.
Agatha was sitting by the side of the river with her feet in the water. She looked as if she was catching the last rays of sunlight before the day turned to dusk. Nicky wasn't with her and that only made Rio quicken her step.
"Where's our son?"
Rio's words came out sure and sharp. Agatha turned her head to the sound of her lover's voice and opened one eye; squinting against the sun. It had been weeks since she saw Rio; weeks that she had come to check on her and Nicky. Agatha knew deep down she couldn't blame this woman for doing her job, but...
"Asleep, inside. I thought I'd come out here and get some time alone before he starts to cry. Again. He cries a lot, Rio...more than babies usually do..."
Rio hung her head as she continued to walk towards Agatha. She didn't have the heart to say the words out loud. Rio knew Agatha was a very smart woman and knew that their baby was sick beyond cure. For Agatha to live with this day in and day out; taking care and trying to comfort their son despite his ailments was why Rio didn't want to prolong his life.
And Rio knew that she could not have won the argument when her wife was literally pleading with tears running down her face and blood running down her legs to keep their baby alive just a little bit longer.
"I don't think you're selfish, Agatha...you're doing a good job."
"Am I? You haven't been here to see that."
Rio could taste the bitterness in Agatha's words and the danger in the bite. Agatha was beyond consoling the further she got along with Nicky. Her grief and anger would only blossom and Rio was frightened for that moment in the future when she would have to take Nicky away.
Who would Agatha become? Softer or harder than the woman she was right now?
"You haven't been leaving me any bodies...no witches have come through these woods?"
Agatha straightens up as she brings her feet out of the water. She pulls her legs in close to herself and hugs her knees. Her eyes pierce hard and cut deep into Rio's face and Rio can see the flush blooming on Agatha's face. The woman is trying everything she can not to blow up here on the bank.
"I've been full."
"When was the last time you took care of yourself?"
Agatha straightens out and gives Rio a grin; mocking and insincere. She cannot believe the words coming out of her lover's mouth. These had been the hardest months of her life. The way her ex-coven had treated her was nothing compared to this.
"I have a baby now...we have a baby now. He needs me more than I have time to care for myself, Rio."
"Yes, but, you need to be strong for him...he needs you..."
Agatha rips up tufts of grass between her fingers as she muses on the words that Rio has spoken to her. She hates to admit it but Rio is right. Who would her baby have if not her? She trusts no one else around or near her son and it would kill her if she ever had to give him up to another witch or, anyone really. She is so greedy when it comes to the love of her baby. She wants to lock him up and keep him away from everything and everyone just so she can share every second with him before the inevitable happens.
"I should go check on him..."
"Let him rest, Agatha...I don't hear him crying."
The young witch lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding and it's as if that breath pushes her back. She lays down on the grass and stares up at the sky and notices, Rio crawling her way over to her. The green witch joins her on the grass; laying so that their heads are almost touching one another.
The silence grows between them but the forest around them is alive with sound. Birds, crickets, frogs. The wind rushed through all the leaves and all the grass; swaying the flowers that Agatha had grown in her garden around the cottage. There is peace despite the growing storm in both of these women and their harsh reality they share.
"Let me take care of you..."
Rio whispered into the wind as she extended her hand above her head to clutch at Agatha's skirts. Agatha felt herself relax from Rio's words and touch; wanting so desperately to give into the feeling of being loved. She was loved, she had to remind herself of that. Rio loved her more than anyone who had ever loved her before.
"You'll break my heart again, Rio...don't kid yourself..."
Rio lifts herself up from the grass to crawl on top of Agatha. She pins the young witch down; holding her there against the grass. Agatha doesn't dare look up at her lover, afraid of the desire she'll see mirrored in her eyes.
Rio sits herself up which makes her sit on top of Agatha. The flush that was once an annoyance has changed as Rio eyes it creeping up from the witches' chest. She is flushed now for reasons that are not unknown to Rio, a tell-tale signifier of longing that has been pushed away for far too long by Agatha's standards.
Expert fingers crawl their way up Agatha's skirts to her chest and stop at the hemline of her wool corset. Rio hears and feels Agatha breathe in; clipped and hard like she's about to choke. Steady hands pull the hemline down and expose her lover's skin. Rio eyes the brooch that remains pinned to Agatha's clothes before she drags her gaze to Agatha's face.
"Rio..."
"Let me take care of you my Love."
A shudder ran through Agatha's body as she felt Rio's hand caressing her breasts. She sunk into the familiarity of Rio's touch and the tenderness she was able to portray. Agatha let a soft sigh escape her lips as she shifted against the grass and wished that Rio would hold her or pull her closer. The sigh turned into a deep moan and Agatha realized she had to move herself closer if she wanted this, wanted Rio.
They moved together at that moment just as they had done months ago before Nicky was conceived. They fit together as if their bodies were made for one another; likeness surrounded them like a warm blanket as they took comfort here. Both of them were now sitting up and Agatha had allowed herself to open up to Rio's wandering hands.
With her chest pushed forward and her corset pushed down, Agatha could feel the warm sun on her bare skin and the wind caressing. Rio's hands only added to the sensation of being loved and adored; fawned over. Lusted over.
"Oh...oh Rio..."
The harsh cover that Agatha had greeted Rio with melted away as the green witch bowed her head towards Agatha's chest to bring her mouth to Agatha's breast. Agatha brought her left hand up to hold the back of Rio's head as she held her lover to her chest and fell into the insatiable feeling of this woman sucking at her hardened nipple.
Agatha's mind wandered; thoughts forming into nothing but the need to fill what she was missing. She wanted nothing more than for Rio's mouth to be sucking greedily at her breast and now, as she felt her skirts move underneath her, Rio's creeping hand caressing her inner thigh.
Agatha sunk again into the warm, soft grass below her. She took Rio with her which was no challenge for the green witch. Rio's mouth never left Agatha's skin; didn't dare to unlatch from the sweetness she was taking away from the young mother. The life that ran through this witches' blood despite the pain and suffering she had endured, the fear that now lived inside of her to keep her baby safe. Milk flowed into Rio's mouth and she thanked every star in the sky for it.
Rio's wandering hands made their way in between Agatha's thighs; feeling the warmth there. She ran her skilled hands through Agatha's pubic hair until her fingertips met skin and she cupped gently. Agatha mewled under her breath and almost pushed Rio away from the overstimulation of being both sucked and cupped at the same time. She had been far too busy raising a newborn to give into her own pleasures; pushing them down until now where she felt as if she was about to explode from the relief of release.
Rio wasted no time as she felt the need growing between them rage further and further the longer she tended to Agatha's body. She wanted to remind her lover that she was still very desirable and that her affection and love for her had not diminished despite the harshness of the reality that had been stretched between them.
Yes, their little boy was sick. Yes, Rio would have to do her job one day. Yes, she still loved and worshiped the ground Agatha walked on and the body that Agatha held.
Rio's middle finger was followed by her pointer as they slipped inside of Agatha. The green witch felt the instant contraction around her digits before the muscles relaxed and was swapped with the constriction of Agatha's thighs around Rio's wrist.
Agatha's hand at the back of Rio's head clutched a fistful of hair to pull the woman away, wanting to look into her face as Rio filled her up with her fingers. The wet pop filled the space between them; saliva string broke from Rio's lips to Agatha's nipple. The dull ache that the young witch felt in her breasts wasn't unknown to her. She wanted more of Rio's mouth and hoped that after this, she could go back and worship her other neglected nipple.
"That's...that's it...I got you..."
Rio whispered as she moved her hand, her wrist and pumped herself into Agatha. This was not the method they had preferred to make Nicholas but it was one that could have been used if Agatha so wished. Rio loved the closeness of it and how she could feel the wet and the muscles on the pads of her fingers and coating her nails. Agatha couldn't help herself as she moaned louder and louder; body writhing against Rio as she wanted nothing more than to feel those fingers fill her deeper and fuck her harder.
Agatha felt her body fully give in; mind relapsing from all the bad and all the disappointment she had been carrying. She couldn't resist Rio and she knew it; her body knew it. Agatha could feel the pressure building deep inside of her stomach. She wanted nothing more than to feel that bliss again; the ecstasy of being brought to orgasm by her lover. She had shared so much with Rio and never wanted to stop.
Not even when their baby's life was on the inevitable chopping block.
"Please...oh god, Rio...please..."
Agatha's whines only made Rio curl her fingers upwards to hit at the soft spot inside of Agatha; pressure to where she needed it the most. The green witch felt every muscle in Agatha's body tighten as she readied herself to give in.
It was as if the wind changed or, the dusk had fallen too fast and too soon and Rio, in all her grace and poise of wanting to bring her wife to earth-shattering pleasure, pulled her fingers and body away and sat on the grass.
The scream that ripped through Agatha's body was identical to the one that had left her when Rio had told her weeks ago that Nicky could join the living. Pain, defeat, frustration is what filled the quiet woods that surrounded the two women.
They knew, in their own ways, that they were doomed to fate and the wheel of fortune.
Life. Karma. Fate.
None of that was set in stone and none of that would come easy to either of them. Rio had a job to do and Agatha had to respect that; had to find a way to love that part of Rio she so secretly feared.
Agatha's body once more felt empty and unloved. Something she had carried with all the love in the world had been ripped out of her and she was left to try and pick up the pieces. The young witch sat there with her knees bent and skirts hiked up over her hips; exposing herself to Rio.
"Finish what you started."
Icicles could have formed on those words as they dropped from Agatha's mouth.
"You need to stop blaming me, Agatha. You need to realize that...that this, all of this..."
"All of this, what?"
Rio slowly stood up from her crouched position. She stared down at Agatha on the grass with her skirts hiked up and her corset pulled down. She still appeared to be that scared and unsure maiden Rio had found not long after she had killed her coven. So young and aimless; held by powers so advanced she had no real understanding of what she had been given as a witch.
"All of this, Agatha...is to show you how much I love you and will keep loving you, even after we-"
"Don't."
The young witch roughly pulled up her corset from the hem and let her fingers linger over the swell of her brooch. She stared daggers into Rio. Not once did she care about pulling down her skirts. It was a silent means of resistance. Agatha would not be ashamed of her desires and the pleasures she sought. It had been Rio's idea to remove her fingers from inside of her after all; not willing to finish. That had been the green witches' choice.
"If you have somewhere to be, I suggest you leave before Nicholas wakes up."
"Agatha-"
"Go. I don't want to see you. I don't want him to see you. You need to go...let me have...this time with him, whatever much you've so graciously given me. You know it's not enough and it never will be and I cannot stand to look at your face. Go."
The dusk settled around them in a comfortable weight as Rio took a step backwards and then two. Her human form drifted away until she was nothing but skull and bone and the eerie green dress hung to her literally like a death shroud. Agatha turned her face away so that she could not see and disallowed Rio to see the tears that rolled down her cheeks.
She decided then and there in that patch of grass made smooth and indented by their warm bodies that tomorrow, she would start to hunt again. Young witches with hopes and dreams and aspirations would fill her bed and her enormous hunger.
