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?
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'“Agatha, I promise you a little blood is hardly enough to scare me, no matter where on your body it’s coming from. And besides,” Rio squeezed Agatha’s knee again before letting her hand drift lower to play at the hem of her skirts at her ankle, “I want to help. I want to make you feel better.” She dragged the tips of her nails lightly up Agatha’s calf and grinned at the shiver she provoked. “Just let me take care of you?”
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Agatha's on her period. Rio helps.
accidentally deleted the original post while trying to reblog it so i'm only reposting so it actually shows up in the tags. just shameless, soft salem-era period sex <3
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.
You make a new acquaintance in the neighborhood and invite her over for dinner, little did you know what that would unleash with your ghostly roommate.
Words - 8.5K
Warnings - dub-con, oral, magic strap, magic bondage, rough sex, I'm sure I'm forgetting something so just be warned, it's horny.
I may not have finished in time for kinktober but I did finish. As promised, pt. 2 featuring Rio.
Over the next few months, despite your unexpected but not necessarily unwanted housemate, you managed to settle into your new digs. You fixed the dripping and patched up the hole in the guest room, resolved the pest problem which luckily turned out to just be a few mice, and relaxed into a comfortable routine. You enjoyed coffee and breakfast in your back sunroom, watching the sun rise and peek through the branches that now held a collage of amber and rust as the season began to change and a crisp chill filled the air. During the week you’d prepare yourself and head off to work, on the weekends you’d quickly find a project or two around the house to keep you busy and every evening you’d enjoy a walk around the neighborhood, familiarizing yourself with your new surroundings and the odd neighbor here and there.
For the most part you didn’t see your friendly apparition during the day, though there were always signs she was about. A candle or two toppled over of their own accord, a dish or a plate completely out of place, and once, when you had tried to ignore her presence while you were deep in a repair, you heard a loud clatter in another room only to rush in and find your collection of books and records strewn about haphazardly. It was a bit difficult to be too frustrated with her, while you had the whole world at your fingertips it appeared she was resigned to this domicile, only truly visible at night, with you as her only companion, and quite a companion you had become. Though you tried not to make a habit of it, you found yourself more often than not succumbing to her advances late in the evening when the odd glass of wine had given you a lustful haze. And why not? You had no one else to share your bed with and managing your needs on your own never seemed to scratch that itch in the same way after that first time. These encounters also had the added effect of quelling Agatha’s spirit and your house would remain peaceful for a few days after. It was like living with a succubus and a petulant child all at once.
One day, as you were out on your evening walk one of the neighbors that you had passed by dozens of times, who always seemed to be busy about her garden and would flash you a smile and throw you a wave with the twinkle of her fingers, broke your familiar routine and strode up to you with a confidence and determination you had scarcely seen before as she shouted for your attention.
“Hey! Hey you!” You looked around, startled by the call. “Yeah you!” She said as she threw off her gardening gloves and drug her fingers through her silken, ebony, shoulder length hair, flashing you a smile that seemed to glint with a desire you hadn’t noticed until she strode up to you. “You’re the one who moved into the old house at the end of the street, right?” she asked as she stopped much closer than you had anticipated. You nodded meekly as your eyes darted around a bit confused. “That’s what I thought.” She said with a sly grin. “The name’s Rio.” She said as she jutted her hand forward in greeting.
“Y/N”
“Nice to meet you, Y/N. How you liking the old place so far?” She gleamed as her honey amber eyes bore into you with a bit more than neighborly charm.
“Oh, it’s…it’s fine. Needs a bit of work but it’s starting to feel like home.” you murmur shyly as she gazes at you intently, looking you up and down with curiosity.
“Glad to hear it!” She smirks as her eyes land back on yours, “Though, I have to say, I’m a bit surprised.” she chuckled
“How so?” you ask with a scoff.
“That house has a reputation for driving people away. They tend to stay for maybe a month or two before the moving trucks show back up in the driveway. Most of the folks around here seem to think it must be haunted or cursed.” She explains with an inquisitive yet flirtatious lilt to her voice, as her eyes flashed brightly, almost prying for the truth.
“Oh? And what do you think?” You find yourself asking, braver than you expect as you return the advances. Oh, if only they really knew what secret the house really held!
She snickers as she tucks her tongue into the hollow of her cheek before replying. “I have my suspicions. It could just be the ancient plumbing and the lack of central AC driving everyone away but where’s the fun in that? A ghost would certainly make things more…interesting. I hate to admit I have been curious. Seen any specters about?” she asked as her eyebrows twitched with intrigue and a sultry smile crept across her lips.
You chuckle nervously as you ponder how to reply. Sure she was being nosy, and incredibly enticing but you couldn’t quite tell her not only had you seen the ghost but she had, on more than one occasion, piloted your body into an otherworldly state of pleasure. “I…uh…may have heard a bump or two in the night, but hadn’t really thought much of it.”
“Oh really?” she snorted, seemingly in shock. “Well, I hope my curiosity doesn’t get you thinking too much and scare you off. I’d hate to let someone like you slip away.” She admitted as her eyes glinted with a particularly lustful spark. Then you can feel yourself blush as she flashes a toothy smile.
“Believe it or not, I’m not scared that easily.” You manage to reply, though a bit shakily.
“I believe it, you seem kind of spooky yourself.” She shrugs with a final once over. “I’ll see you around?” she smirks as she starts to walk back to her yard.
“Yeah…see ya!” you call after her as you stand frozen, watching her longer than you realize before you continue on with your walk as a giddy bubble of desire sparks in your chest.
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Over the next week, whenever you pass by her house, Rio manages to catch your attention. At first she stops you again for more polite, yet somewhat charged conversation. Then one day the conversation lingers on and on and before long you find her continuing the walk with you. This becomes the new daily routine, swinging by Rio’s house and the two of you walk laps around the neighborhood getting to know each other. She seems genuinely interested in you, your past, what brought you to the house you now occupy. And you start to learn a bit about her as well. She owns the flower shop in town, big fan of women’s basketball and plays in the local softball league in the spring. She has a pet rabbit named Scratchy and was previously married but her wife passed away a few years ago and she’s been living on her own ever since.
After a week of these walks you can feel the spark of attraction growing into a small flame burning in your chest until you can’t help yourself but risk asking the question that’s been buzzing on the edge of your lips since you first started talking.
“Hey Rio…” you start just as her house comes back into view. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course, y/n. Ask away!” She replies with her ever enchanting smile.
“You…uh…you can totally say no…but…uh…I wanted to see if…maybe…you’d like to come over for dinner?” You stumble with your eyes darting around as you try to not be completely awkward.
“Dinner?” She asks with a chuckle.
“Yeah, sure, tonight…or…whenever really, if you’re up for it that is.” You stammer, still not sure if she’s actually interested.
“I’d love to!” She replies quickly as the lustful spark returns to her eye. “I’ve got a few things to do around the house, and I should probably get cleaned up first but I can be over later. How does 7:30 sound?”
“7:30? Yeah! Yeah, that’s perfect. It’ll give me some time to get things together myself. Cool. So I’ll see you at 7:30?” You ramble, anxious and excited.
“7:30 on the dot at that haunted house of yours.” She said as she made her way up to her door. “Later, spooky!”
As soon as the door closed behind her you could feel your heart drop. Shit! In the moment you had completely forgotten about Agatha. You weren’t sure how your apparition would take to this budding romance of yours but somehow you suspected it wouldn’t go over too well.
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When you walk through the front door you can hear things clattering about in various rooms of your house and you grimace. With your mind so focused on your budding friendship and potential romance with Rio you had neglected to show your ghostly housemate much interest and this disregard was seeming to come to a head just in time for your impromptu dinner arrangements. You take a deep breath as you throw your keys onto the credenza in the entryway and shuffle further in.
“Agatha?” You call out, more timid than you were hoping, and you hear the rustling, now upstairs, cease. You wait silently for a moment, surely she heard you, but you get no response. You gather your nerves and call out again, more confident this time. “Agatha! Can you come down? Please?” You stood in silence for another moment until the lights began to flicker and shut off just as the new planter you placed by the stairs shakes and topples over, shattering into pieces. “Seriously?” You groan just as the lights turn back on and Agatha appears reclined against the staircase.
“Looking for me, hon?” She lilts with a smirk and twinkle of her fingers, her voice silken and sultry as if she hadn’t just been rearranging the contents of your home.
“Yes.” You reply sharply, unable to hide the nervous frustration that’s building. “Did you really have to break that? I just bought it!”
“Please! I did us both a favor, that thing was hideous!” She scoffs as she glides away from the staircase to circle you. “You seem tense, honey! Long day? Need to…relax a bit?” She hums into the shell of your ear as her icy fingers slide themselves down your arms leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You can feel a familiar heat rise in your core that you rush to tamper down. You have to focus.
“Not right now.” You say as you wave your hand dismissively through her face at your shoulder causing her to dissipate and reappear seated atop the credenza.
“Ugh! You’re no fun these days!” She scoffs. “So what do you want?”
You swallow hard, trying to prepare yourself for whatever Agatha might throw at you. “I have a favor to ask.”
“A favor?!” She gasps, clearly off put by your request. “You’ve been ignoring me for ages!”
“I haven’t been ignoring you.” you correct dryly
“Walking around this house like I don’t even exist!” She grouses as her ghostly form rises to float around, pacing in anger in front of you.
“I am well aware that you exist.” You mumble frustratedly at her tantrum.
“I let you live here and now you have the audacity to ask me for a favor!” she complains, flailing her hands about and whipping around to glare at you.
“Agatha please!” You half beg
She crosses her arms and hitches an eyebrow as her lips purse in annoyance. “What exactly is this favor you’re asking of me?! Hm?”
You swallow hard and gather your nerves, “I’ve invited a…friend over for dinner, and I was hoping you might make yourself scarce. I don’t want to scare her off.”
Her eyes flash in shocked amusement “A friend? Since when do you have friends?” She scoffs
“I have friends!” You growl back at her, “This just happens to be a new one, and I’d like not to ruin it.”
“Oh? I’d ruin it would I?” She groans as she floats into the kitchen and you follow closely behind.
“That’s not…I didn’t mean it like that…it’s just, well you are a ghost.”
“Excuses!” She dismisses with a waive of her hand.
“And not everyone is as cool about a haunted house as I am.” you try to explain.
“Is that what you tell yourself?” She snorts as she walks through your kitchen island.
“Please! Just for one night can you keep your poltergeisting on lockdown?” you plead.
She whips around with her body still enmeshed with the counter so only her torso is visible. “If I agree…what’s in it for me.”
You roll your eyes, realizing you should have expected this. “If you can keep yourself from scaring her off we can fool around later tonight.”
“Ha! Sweetheart, that’s just another Tuesday at this point. If you want me to be good you’ll have to offer something a little more enticing.” she taunts as she breezes back past you into the foyer.
You close your eyes and let out a deep sigh as you can already feel yourself regretting what you’re about to offer. “Fine!” You half yell as you turn around to follow after her. “If you can be good while she’s here and help me clean up whatever mess you were making…”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She shrugs in an attempt at innocence.
“Then I’ll… I’ll let you take my body out on Saturday.” you blurt out before you can stop yourself.
Her eyes flash as a wicked grin creeps across her face. “She must really be something!” She murmurs as she drifts back over to you. “Fine!”
“Really?”
“She’s clearly important to you, for whatever reason.” Agatha sneers. “I guess I can keep my mischief to a minimum.”
“No, if you agree I don’t want to hear a peep. No hauntings or tauntings or mischief of any kind!” You warn.
“Ugh! Alright! I’ll squirrel myself away in the basement. I’ll be quiet as a mouse.” she promises.
“Thank you. Now, I’m going to get cleaned up if you wouldn’t mind fixing your mess.”
“It’s upstairs! It’s just dinner. It’s not like either of you will…” she stops as she catches your glare. “Oh! Honey! I knew you were easy but come on you can’t be that desperate!” She snorts as your cheeks begin to flush in embarrassment.
“Upstairs! Now!” You shout as you rush through her spectral form and up the stairs.
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The next couple of hours fly by as you shower, rifle through half the clothes in your closet as Agatha gives unhelpful criticism with every change until you land on an outfit that you can both tolerate, and then rush downstairs to prepare what is sure to be an underwhelming pasta dish by your own standards. You’re just able to stash most of the dirty dishes from prep in the dishwasher when the doorbell rings sending a spark of nerves down your spine. Your head whips around as you glare at Agatha who is lounging across your kitchen island, in no rush to hide herself away. You wave your hands shooing her off the counter as you make your way to the front door. You take a quick glance back just as your apparition fades through the basement door before turning with a deep breath to welcome your guest.
What you didn’t realize, but probably should have assumed, was that Agatha had no intention of hiding herself away. Her new plaything had found a friend, more than that by the sound of it, and she was damned if she wasn’t going to keep an eye on the whole evening. So, invisible, from the hallway she watched as the door swung open onto the last person she had ever expected, her former wife, Rio Vidal. A violent rage overtook her and she flung herself into your body.
“WE DON’T WANT ANY!” You heard yourself shout before slamming the door in Rio’s face and locking it. You felt yourself take a few timid steps back, staring at the door as you did so. It took a moment to register what was happening but as soon as you did you began shouting internally.
“Agatha! What the fuck!? Get out of me! You’re supposed to be in the basement! We had an agreement!”
You catch sight of yourself in the mirror as Agatha whips your head around. “HER?!” You see yourself shout as your eyes glow with purple rage. “RIO IS YOUR NEW FRIEND?!”
“Yes! Will you stop shouting you’re going to make me look crazy!”
“You can’t be serious!” You see Agatha mutter furiously through your lips
“Why? I don’t understand the issue!”
“She…that’s my wife!” Agatha groans
“She WHAT?!”
“Ex-wife…kind of. It’s muddy at this point! You cannot have dinner with her! For all I know this is a plot to get back at me!” She stammers through your lips just as there’s a knock at your door and your head turns.
“Agatha, give me my body back! Now!”
“This is a bad idea, you can’t trust her!” She warns
“Agatha!”
“Fine! It's your funeral though!” You hear yourself groan just as the semi-paralysis lifts and you once again have control over your own body. You feel a quick shudder run through you as you glance around for any sign of Agatha but she’s gone. Her wife? No! She can’t be! Rio’s wife is…dead. Fuck! You don’t have time to parse this out as another knock sounds and you hear Rio chuckle. You do a quick check in the mirror, settling your hair from the brief possession as you psyche yourself up to answer. This is fine! Everything’s fine! Agatha was just jealous right? You try to tell yourself as you open the door once more.
“Hey! Sorry about that! Thought you were the guy that’s been going around trying to convince me to buy a new roof from him! I am so not interested!” You laugh nervously, hoping she won’t question the little white lie.
“Yeah…no worries.” She chuckles though you can tell there’s an air of suspicion in the way her eyebrow hitches. “So…can I come in?”
“Oh! Oh my gosh! Yes, please come in.” You step to the side and allow her entry as she looks around.
“I like what you’ve done with the place! Not as spooky as I was anticipating.” She comments as she wanders into the living room.
“Thanks! Yeah, it definitely had a creepier vibe when I moved in. A few more cobwebs and mice than I expected but now it definitely feels like a home.” You explain as you wring your fingers nervously.
“Smells homey too! What have you cooked up for us?” Rio asks as she turns back, her enchanting stare bringing you back into the evening.
“Nothing too exciting, just some pasta. Are you hungry?”
“Starving!” She replies with a grin.
“Then right this way.” You smile back as a blush creeps along your cheeks and you lead her into the kitchen. “Can I get you something to drink?” You offer as you gather some plates.
“Water would be great. I also brought some wine if you’re interested.” She says as she sidles up next to you and places the bottle on the counter as you turn to meet her gaze. “If you show me where the glasses are I can pour us some.” The words melt out of her lips as her chocolate amber eyes flit between yours and take a quick dip down to catch your lips before returning to your lust drunk stare.
“I uh…yeah, they’re… they’re over in the hutch by the table” you nod as you hold her glance. She bites at the corner of her mouth trying to conceal the smirk that’s pulling at her lips. As she steps away her hand grazes across your lower back and you feel a warmth settle in your loins as your blush from earlier creeps down to your chest. You quickly refocus yourself and turn back to plate the food just as Rio returns with the glasses and begins pouring the wine.
“Care for a taste?” She asks as she raises the glass to you, offering the first sip. Her dark eyes linger over you as you take the glass, fingers brushing as you do so. You can feel a spark from the touch as the burgundy liquid crests your lips and you take a hard swallow, your eyes never leaving hers. “What do you think?” She asks as she takes a sip of her own.
“Delicious.” You mutter as you find yourself getting lost in her ever darkening orbs.
“Shall we take this to the table?” She asks as she gathers the glass from you and heads that way. You scurry to gather the plates and follow on wobbly legs to sit beside her.
You quickly tuck into the meal and with the wine, easily slip into conversation. Before long your nerves have dissipated, the alcohol has loosened you both to the point that you’re laughing at the smallest thing, and you feel relaxed. Swimming with more confidence you dare yourself to ask the question Agatha had sparked when Rio first arrived.
“Rio…” you start as you playfully bite at your bottom lip.
“Yes?”
“I hope you don’t mind me asking, and you don’t have to answer if this is too intrusive…”
“Just ask.”
“Your wife…what was she like?”
Immediately you could feel the air in the room shift as her gaze dropped to the tablespoon of wine left in her glass which she began to swirl. She lets out a breathy laugh before knocking it back and finally looking at you. “She…she was a force to be reckoned with, I can tell you that much. Brilliant, confident, alluring, and stubborn as all get out. She had this commanding presence that would suck you in to where she was all you could think about…” As her words fade her attention seems to drift off as if she’s lost in memory.
In the silence your mind zeros in on the only question you can think of. “Do you miss her?”
“Every day.” She half whispers with a wistful smile as she rises from the table. You can feel your chest tighten in worry and think, did I just fuck this up? until you hear her at the counter.
“Care for another glass?” She asks as she returns with the bottle.
“Oh definitely.” You breathe as a relieved smile blooms across your face and she pours you another glass.
“Maybe we could take this to the couch?” She asks as she extends a hand to pull you from your chair. You let her lead you to the dimly lit den where she slides into the corner of your couch and rests her arm along the back. With a nod and a smirk she invites you to settle in beside her and you slink into the hollow at her side. Her arm slides down from where it was resting and curls it around your side as she pulls you in close. “Much better.” She hums as she smiles and takes a sip of her wine. You can feel your body tingle at the closeness and as you breathe in her woody, earthy scent you can feel your heart start to race and a warmth grows in your core. You can sense the charged energy between you but you can’t yet bring yourself to push things further, even as she lowers the glass and drinks you in with darkening eyes. So your mind drifts back to lingering questions as you find yourself stalling.
“So…um…what happened to her?”
Rio chuckles as she bites at her bottom lip, letting her eyes wander back down to your lips as she replies. “You don’t really want to talk about that right now, do you?” When her eyes lock back into yours it’s as if they’re two black holes sucking you into their dark abyss. You shake your head as your breath becomes shallow and you feel the distance between you shrinking. You’re close enough that you can feel the heat of her breath on your lips and smell the spiced cassis and plum from the wine as your eyes flutter closed, and just as you’re about to make contact…
BANG! CRASH!!
A disturbance upstairs draws your attention away.
“What was that?” Rio asks as her eyes flash to the ceiling above.
You wince and draw a pleasant smile to your face as you turn back to her. “I…uh…must have left a window open.” You pull yourself from the couch and start to head for the stairs. “Excuse me, I’m just…I’ll be right back!”
You rush up the stairs just in time to hear another crash coming from your bedroom. You groan as you barrel through the door finding your lamp and side table knocked over and your dresser rocking from side to side of its own accord.
“Agatha!” You scold as quietly yet forcefully as you can as to not alert Rio. The rocking stops and the lights flicker before your abhorrent apparition appears before you. “What the hell are you doing?” You yell under your breath.
“I can’t take it anymore!” She shouts as her figure floats back and forth. “She’s using you to get to me! I just know it!”
“Keep your voice down!” you command as quietly as you can
“She always does this! Can’t let me have anything for myself!” she continues to rant, ignoring your request.
“Agatha, you have to calm down!” you’re begging now, praying the noise isn’t drawing attention.
“I will not calm down! She’s been trying to draw me out of this house for ages and it won’t work!” she bellows as her ghostly hair grows wild with her rage.
“How do you know?”
The question stops her in her tracks. “What?”
“How do you know? Have you talked to her?”
“Well…no…not…not since.” She gestures broadly at her form.
“Then maybe you should!” You bark back at her just as you hear a creak of the floorboards behind you and spin around to find Rio in the doorway.
“Everything ok up here?” Rio asks as she steps cautiously into the room. “Were you talking to someone?” You turn back around to find Agatha has disappeared again and you roll your eyes in frustration. You ponder for a moment if you should try to cover up the truth but you find yourself tired of being stuck between your apparition and her former wife.
“Actually, yes.” Rio frowns slightly as a smirk plays at her lips. “You know how we joke about this place being haunted.” Rio nods as her smile widens. “Well, it is. Very haunted, by your wife apparently.”
Rio lets out a bursting laugh. “I knew it!”
“Wait, really?” This is not at all the reaction you were expecting.
“Like I said I had my suspicions.” She hums casually as she steps further into the room.
Your heart starts to race as your mind descends into a panic. “Is…is that why you…?”
“At first, yes.” She replies, cutting you off as she amusedly examines your confusion and trepidation. “But truly you are quite endearing. I can see why she likes you.” Rio shrugs as she stops mere inches away.
You face contorts from confusion to grief as the questions spill out. “So this was all to get to her? None of this was real?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t go that far!” She smiles deliciously as she raises a finger to trace along your jawline. “What we were both feeling downstairs was quite real.” Her finger stops to pull at your bottom lip with her thumb. “Let’s just say there’s some…unfinished business…to attend to with my wife before we can go any further.” She takes a step back to call out into the room. “AGATHA!”
As she shouts you can feel the air around you chill as the lights flicker once more. The hair on your arms stands to attention as the air moves around you. You hear a cackle ring out as your furniture begins to shake then, one after another, your lights burst, plunging you both into darkness. You sigh deeply as you bring a hand to your temple, wondering how the hell you managed to find yourself in this situation. All of a sudden the wind stops, the shaking furniture stills, and you feel a force pummel you from behind, knocking you to your hands and knees. Shit.
You can feel yourself panting as a smirk tugs at your lips and your body pulls itself to its feet. Your head twists side to side with a crack here and there as Agatha once again adjusts to your body. With a roll of your shoulders and toss of your wild hair she zeros in on Rio.
“Well…fancy seeing you here.” you hear yourself scoff.
“I could say the same for you.” Rio sneers as she steps closer once again. “What? Too afraid to face me on your own, you needed to hide yourself away in this poor girl’s body?”
“Poor girl nothing! She’s come to enjoy sharing her vessel now and again. Isn’t that right sweetheart?” At the question you can feel yourself being pulled forward as if pressed against the glass of your own body.
“Rio…help…you have to...” and just as suddenly you’re sucked back into the corner of your mind and Agatha has control once again.
“You always have to make everything so difficult don’t you?” Rio growls as she inches closer.
“I know how you like a challenge.” Agatha taunts as she tilts your head to the side, eyeing Rio head to toe.
“Agatha, let her go.” Rio urges calmly
“Fat chance! I know for a fact the moment I leave this sultry creature you’ll banish me to whatever pit of Hell I’ve earned and I’m not quite ready for that. Especially when I have this delicious little plaything at my disposal.” She says as she trails your fingers along your collarbone and sidles closer to Rio.
“Agatha…”
“Come on! You can’t deny she is quite a delectable little thing isn’t she?” Agatha says as you circle Rio. “Almost makes you want to take a bite.” She breathes against Rio’s ear, ending with a gnash of your teeth, narrowly missing her lobe.
“That seems unwise given her current state.” Rio replies cooly.
“Oh trust me, hon! She’ll enjoy it, as will I.” Agatha slinks your body over to the bed as your fingers begin to unbutton your blouse and you shrug it to the floor. As she turns your head to glance over your shoulder you catch Rio’s hungry gaze. “She was ready for you the moment she walked through that door, bustling about cleaning, cooking. I’ve not seen anyone so hungry with desire in ages.” Agatha explains as she sits your body against the plush surface.
Slowly, a smirk pulls at Rio’s lips. “Are you jealous?”
“Jealous?! HA!” Your voice echoes through the dark room “Hardly! She and I have been having our own fun, and I’d hate to see that come to an end.” Agatha replies as she strips you of your skirt, leaving you in the lacy black matching set she helped you pick out earlier.
“All good things must someday.” Rio replies with a shrug, though her eyes can’t help but devour your image.
You can feel your face tighten in anger. “You’re relentless.”
“It is my job after all.”
Your body lurches from the bed and charges at Rio. “That’s always been your excuse. Too duty bound to leave good things where they are.” Agatha barks at her as your hands begin to tingle with energy. “I’m not leaving!”
Rio glances down to see the purple glowing sparks at your fingertips. “Agatha, you don't want to do this."
The energy grows stronger and you can feel it reach a tipping point as your arms begin to rise. “Oh don’t I?” Agatha hisses through your lips just as the sparks leave your fingertips.
Almost as soon as the purple tendrils lick Rio’s body you feel yourself yanked back onto the bed. Your head tilts up to find your hands bound by creeping vines and as your head turns down you see them wrapped around your waist.
Your eyes flit up just in time to see Rio crawling up your body at the end of the bed. Though your heart is racing you can feel the heat building in your core at the compromised position you’ve found yourself in.
“AH! Just like old times, I knew you couldn’t resist.” Agatha moans through your lips as she pulls against the vines.
Rio crawls the length of your body, settling her hips between your legs and planting her arms on either side of your chest. She leans in close so that you can once again smell the faint hint of currant and spice on her lips and you think she’s about to kiss you when she murmurs “Agatha, get out of her.”
You can feel your lips curl into a devilish smile just as your fingers wrap around the vines holding you to the bed posts. With a sharp snap the vines are broken and dissipate just as Agatha draws your leg around Rio toppling her onto her back so you’re straddling her with your hands at her neck.
“Make me!” Agatha growls as she leans in and takes Rio’s lips hungrily in yours. You can feel her pulse quicken under your fingertips as they begin to spark and glow with purple energy that wraps itself around her neck. Agatha licks your tongue at the soft muscle in her mouth and despite yourself you revel in the sweetness of her taste. As a passenger in this unexpected reunion you find yourself awash with a mix of fear and desire as the passion between them builds. Though you’re not quite sure where this ride will end you can’t deny a large part of you is enjoying it for the time being.
As your right hand maintains control at her neck your left hand begins to wander, grasping at her breast through her shirt. You can feel Rio writhe beneath you as she draws her knee up between your legs adding pressure to your now aching core. Agatha rocks your hips against the hard muscle as one of Rio’s hands grabs your right wrist and the other curls against the back of your head. You hear Agatha breathe out a moan as Rio bites at your bottom lip causing your body to pull back and for a brief moment it’s you behind your eyes, hungrily gazing at Rio. You see her familiar smirk tug at the corner of her mouth as she raises her eyebrows in question, silently checking in. You nod just as your brief control is overtaken and Agatha’s power surges through with a flash of purple that tangles its way through Rio’s hair and she hisses in pain and delight.
Agatha raises your body to straddle Rio’s hips as she slowly brings your hands together to rest above Rio’s heart, though the purple magic remains wrapped around her throat. In a swift forceful movement she gathers the edges of Rio’s button down in your hands and rips the shirt open revealing her bare breasts to the cool air. Agatha cackles as she runs your fingers down the soft caramel skin causing her nipples to pebble at the touch.
“I should have known! You always were so eager!” Agatha sneers as she brings your hands up to cup Rio’s breasts.
“What can I say? I know what I want.” Rio smirks as her hands trail along your thighs, squeezing a bit as they near your core.
“And unfortunately for you my dear, so do I!” With that Agatha digs your fingers into the fleshy tissue causing Rio to gasp and you see the purple tendrils begin to wind down her body and arms and tighten like ropes as they wrap themselves around her. Her arms are pulled together and connected at the wrists. “AH! It’s been far too long since we’ve had this much fun, wouldn’t you say, hon?”
“It always is an adventure with you, my love!” Rio grunts as the current tightens around her throat.
With Rio now restrained, Agatha slides your body down to hover at her waistband. She dips your face down to her core and takes a deep breath in savoring the musky sweetness emanating through her clothes. She draws your fingers up to undo the button then slowly slides down the zipper with your teeth and you can see Rio’s eyes darken further as she stares at you in awe. Agatha gathers your hands at the fabric on either side of Rio’s hips and with a strong tug and a flash of purple, rips them clean off her body leaving her in a lacy black thong already drenched with arousal. “And to think, we’re just getting started!” Agatha tisks.
Agatha dips down again, grazing your lips and teeth across the sheer fabric and you can feel Rio shudder beneath you. She dips your arms beneath Rio’s thighs wrapping them around her hips to hold her in place as she nips at the delicate skin just beyond the hem of the underwear. Rio lets slip a soft gasp before biting at her bottom lip to stop the sound from growing. “Don’t be shy! Let me hear those pretty little sounds I know you can make!” Agatha moans at her core as she slides your finger against the gusset. Rio’s eyes roll back as her head flops onto the pillow and she moans, “Fuck, Agatha!”
“Ooo you know how I love it when you say my name! Now tell me…” she hums as she hooks that finger around the fabric sliding it along her soaked folds. “How badly did you miss me?” Rio lets out a whimper but doesn’t say a word. Agatha pulls the fabric taught and lets it slap back against her cunt causing her to cry out.
“Not a badly as you missed me, sweetheart!” Rio chuckles breathlessly.
“Hmm let's see if you feel the same way when you’re begging me to let you cum!” Agatha slips your thumbs beneath the sides of the fabric and with a tug and another flash of purple the garment is discarded. Now fully bare, you can see the extent of her arousal as it’s practically dripping onto the bed. You feel Agatha bite at your bottom lip before swiping your tongue along the dripping slit pulling a shuddering moan from Rio. You feel your eyes roll back in your head as you savor the taste and an electric bolt of desire shoots down to your now pulsating core. You can sense Agatha’s hunger deepening as she lets your eyes flit open to scan the vulnerable and now pliant position Rio is in. Rio’s lip is quivering as her black, desire drenched eyes stare back at you. Agatha leans your head forward and presses a soft kiss against her swollen clit with your lips and you see whatever resolve she still has shattered as she collapses once again onto the pillow. Agatha curls your lips into a wicked smile as she digs your fingers into the muscly flesh of Rio’s thighs and you see the familiar purple tendrils begin to wind their way around her legs, spreading her open further.
Unable to deny the heat building within you, Agatha surges forward lapping at her entrance, releasing a guttural moan from Rio. You can feel her walls already beginning to flutter as Agatha dips your tongue between the folds, soaking up her river of arousal. As she surfaces to suck at the swollen bud, you can feel your left hand release its hold to grasp at your breast before dipping down to toy at your own drenched sex above your underwear. The utter pleasure at the touch causes you to gasp and release the suctioning hold with a pop. Once again you are floating against the surface of control as you lock eyes with a panting, sweat drenched Rio. You let out a shocked, breathy laugh of astonishment before you delve back in of your own accord to continue your ministrations.
At that Rio lets out a cry, “Fuck! Yes, Y/N!”
Almost immediately Agatha surges to the surface with a growl and pulls you away from Rio’s cunt. She draws your body to its feet, wiping away Rio’s slick with the back of your hand.
“You want to fuck her so badly, huh?” she snarls as she curls your fingers, commanding the purple tendrils to lift Rio from the bed and hold her, hovering before you. “Well have at it!” With a snap the purple magic disappears and Rio falls to the floor. Agatha reaches your arms back and unhooks your bra, slides it off and drops it on Rio’s head. She then drops your lacy underwear to the floor before crawling onto the bed to display you seductively before Rio who is now standing and staring with hungry eyes. “And no holding back! Our girl likes it rough.” You hear Agatha hiss as she palms at your breasts.
“You always have to do things the hard way don’t you.” Rio scoffs as she runs her fingers through her hair, clearing the sweat from her face.
“Don’t pretend you don’t enjoy it.” Agatha snarls then bites at your bottom lip and lifts your eyebrows suggestively. At the invitation Rio steps forward and grabs your ankles. In one swift movement she topples your body onto its stomach then you feel yourself dragged back to the edge of the bed so your legs are dangling half off. You can sense Rio as she steps forward between them and then to your own surprise you feel a sharp slap against your ass as Agatha lets out a yelp. “Is that all you’ve got?” You hear your voice chuckle before a second, harder slap rings out on the other side. “Now that’s more like it!” you hear Agatha moan.
“Oh shut up!” Rio groans as she palms at your fleshy ass before her hands dip down to grasp at your hips. You can feel her grip tighten before she pulls you back against her. You’re startled to feel not only the warmth of her body but also the rigid presence of a protuberance you hadn’t quite expected pressed against your soggy core. Agatha arches your back, sliding your clit against the hardened surface and you could almost cry in pleasure. You feel Rio’s hand slide against your spine until she’s pressing your face into the bed, wringing her fingers through your hair. She leans forward, gathering both of your arms behind your back as she whispers in your ear, “Enjoy it while you can, my love, this may well be your last ride.”
You can feel as Rio draws back one hand, while the other holds your forearms in place. Agatha whimpers as Rio’s fingers slide down your crack to collect the wetness between your folds. There is a brief pause before you feel her draw the head of the toy against your clit. Your body shivers with anticipation as the heat builds to an unbearable ache. Rio aligns the toy with your entrance then pulls your arms towards her, easing you back onto the member. You feel the tip push through your folds with a pleasant ache and before you can adjust Agatha pressed your body back to swallow the rest of the length. It’s longer and thicker than you have experienced before and you can feel a tear draw to your eye at the pain and pressure, yet no cry leaves your lips. Instead Agatha lets out a cackling, breathy moan and you can feel your hands begin to spark with energy. Rio stills, buried in you as Agatha begins to writhe, trying to vie for control even in this position.
“Give in, Agatha. Let me take you.” Rio murmurs in the stillness
“Not happening.” Agatha growls as she tries to turn your head to see her.
You hear a deep sigh before Rio softly replies, “Then I have no choice…” She brings her free hand down to grasp at your hip while the other is still tightly holding your forearms behind your back. Slowly, she pulls herself from your body and you can now feel the true length of the toy as it seems to go on forever before the tip is just hovering between your folds. Just as you think she’s going to pull out completely and leave you empty and aching, her hands tighten at their perch and she thrusts in to the hilt creating a loud slap between your bodies. At this Agatha lets slip a moan from your lips before a quick breath in as Rio retreats once more. At first she sets a leisurely but forceful pace, allowing your body to adjust before she begins to quicken. As the rhythm escalates, and the wet hot sounds of your bodies are creating more pleasure than pain, her hand at your hip shifts to gather your hair. With a forceful tug she draws your body up to arch against hers. Her hand quickly shifts once more to wrap around your neck, adding a delightful pressure to the tightening heat building in your core.
Agatha is grunting with every thrust as she turns your head to capture Rio’s gaze. You can see the lust and focus on her face as she continues to stroke, but as your eyes meet she leans down and takes your lips in hers. The passionate kiss is brief as Agatha draws you away to gasp, “More…”
“More?” Rio pants as her playful smirk returns to her face.
“More…my love, I need more!” Agatha begs causing Rio to chuckle.
“You always were insatiable!” Rio heaves as her thrusting stops and she throws you back against the bed, empty and waiting. Agatha draws your arms from behind your back to rest at your side as she tries to catch your breath. There’s stillness for a moment as the breathing is the only sound you hear from either of you, then you feel a soft tickling begin to snake up your legs. You want to turn and see what’s causing the sensation but Agatha doesn’t move, she only chuckles to herself as a smile creeps across your face. Before long the tickling at your legs is joined by the same sensation at your hand as they grow across your body to meet at your center. At last Agatha blinks your eyes open and you can see you are covered practically head to toe in vines. You can feel a panic begin to overtake your arousal until you hear Rio coo behind you.
“Ready, my love?”
“Always…” As soon as the words escape your lips you are hoisted into the air by the vines which move to spin you to face Rio head on. Agatha has your gaze locked on her but in the periphery you can see that the entire room is now covered in a variety of flora and fauna. You’re suspended in mid air, the vines cradling your body as you sway forward and back.
Rio grabs hold of your ankle and pulls your body towards her. With her other hand she wraps her fingers around the back of your head and pulls you in for a kiss. It’s a heated mesh of tongue and teeth as you devour each other. Agatha draws your now free arms around Rio pulling her so close your bodies could almost meld into one and you can feel the heat between your legs return tenfold. Before the aching desire can overcome you, Rio reaches between you and presses the toy slowly back between your greedy lips. Agatha sighs a whimpering moan as your head lulls back and Rio works kisses down your neck and chest.
With one hand wrapped around your vine laden back and another gripping furiously at your thigh Rio resumes her thrusting. Immediately you feel your legs begin to quiver and your lips begin to flutter against the toy. She eases you into her pace but soon you’re feeling the benefit of your new position. With every stroke you’re rocked in the viney hammock returning every thrust with the same amount of force she’s giving, like an erotic Newton’s cradle. With each connection the toy dips further into your cunt drawing out a louder and louder smack of your bodies. The pressure builds quickly as the coil within you tightens beyond recognition. You can hear Agatha wailing in pleasure as Rio’s thrusts grow in fervor and passion. With every swing you climb higher, nearly sailing into the stars.
You can feel the sweat dripping off your body and through your hair as Agatha chances a glance back at Rio. Her eyes are completely black and wild with animalic lust. Her typically casually mussed hair is wild and soaked with sweat and her tits are bouncing in rhythm with her thrusts. As your eyes meet she draws up her hand to grasp at your throat and this time the added pressure sends you toppling over the edge. Your body arches back, almost unnaturally as your legs wrap around her hips, holding her deep in place as you violently shake through your orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure descends over you as a sound you didn’t even know you could make rips through your throat. Slowly the vines lower you back onto the bed as your body pulses from head to toe with an electric energy so intense you think you’re going to burst into a million pieces. But before you can explode the energy lifts and separates, hovering above you.
Heaving, you slowly raise your head to see Agatha’s ghostly form limp and silent above you and realize you at last have control again. Your body is heavy and exhausted and your legs drop from where they’re wrapped to hang loosely off the bed as Rio gently pulls herself away from you. You gasp at the sudden emptiness but you’re too exhausted to do much else but watch.
The vines and plants carefully begin to creep away as Rio steps back, once again fully bare. Her fingers twist and turn as she fixates on Agatha’s ethereal form and it begins to float towards her. Rio steps back, guiding her to the door which swings open, revealing a swirling green and black portal. Delicately she eases Agatha through the swirling vortex, gently closing the door behind her. She rests her head against the wooden frame and sighs, “Goodbye my love.” before turning back to face you.
You struggle to raise yourself to your elbows, still heaving and exhausted, as she makes her way over to you. “Are…are you alright?”
“Better than alright!” You huff. “Sorry about your wife.”
“It’s alright. It was about time she was exorcised out of this house.” She says as she plops down on the bed beside you and snuggles in close.
“And to think…I was worried about scaring you away!” You laugh to yourself.
“Like you, my little spooky, I don’t scare easily!”
Agatha All Along Kinktober Day 8: Chair Sex II Desk Sex II Shower Sex
Summary: Fantasy after fantasy, Agnes tries to makes sense of her attraction towards Agent Vidal. Agent Vidal, takes matters into her own hands.
Word count: 1.8k
Pairings: Detective Agnes O'Connor x Agent Rio Vidal
Rating: Mature (NSFW)
Warnings: Chair sex, desk sex, shower sex, swearing, masturbation, crushes, public sex, semi-public sex, sex between coworkers, public nudity, semi-public nudity, cunnilingus, descriptions of sexual acts, mention of sex toys, mention of packing
Music inspo: Touch Myself - The Beaches
*Italicized text are lyrics from Touch Myself - The Beaches
@aaakinktober
Heartbreak, gold mine
Might cry at the party, hope you don't mind
I'm okay in the sunlight
The memories are wasted in the nighttime
You said I should try to
Come again, but when I do
Dark thoughts creep on in
Agnes stares at the empty chair across from her on the couch as she nurses her third beer of the night. She has the hockey game on and blasting as she tries to drown out the thoughts that have haunted her the entire day at work.
Thoughts about Vidal she's not quite sure she should have.
And then there's the chair.
That goddamn chair she saw in her dreams last night wasn't a bad thing or even a weird thing but the fact that Vidal was sitting in it naked with her legs spread open and urging, begging Agnes to come for her.
That's when Agnes woke up in a cold sweat and realized she still had to go into work that morning and face Vidal in real life and sit across from her while they worked. She had barely looked at her partner and it wasn't until Vidal asked if she was ok, did Agnes finally drag her eyes up from the stack of papers on her desk and reply,
"No."
But Vidal didn't egg her on or try to get her to spill about what was eating away at her. It was hard enough that Agnes hadn't even begun to unravel the feelings she had towards her partner and never mind do something about them. She doubted Vidal was even interested in her; she had made it pretty clear early on that it wasn't her decision to join the Westview Police Department and that she was here to help Agnes with her caseload.
Or, in Agnes' dream, her actual load.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Agnes finishes her beer and places the bottle onto the coffee table alongside her other two. The second period has ended and now it's time for a recap and endless commercial runs. The detective sighs as she sinks into the couch and glances over at the empty chair.
She can picture Vidal so perfectly; sitting there like she's always belonged in that seat. Her hair would be up still, Agnes decides, held up by that tortoise shell clip. Bedroom eyes staring Agnes down; maybe touching herself as she tells Agnes to give into her own sensations and let herself go. Maybe Vidal gets off on seeing her touch herself; not necessarily doing the physical work of getting Agnes to come but the mental exercises of it.
Maybe she simply likes to see Agnes fold under her pressure and get herself off; fingers wet with slick, pubic hair curling from the moisture.
"God fucking damnit..."
It's all over before she begins; the image of Vidal in her head comes in a little clearer; images sharper as Agnes shoves her hand roughly past the waistband of her boxer shorts to swipe at her clit. She closes her eyes to hold the image of Vidal across from her, walking her through what she wants her to do. More pressure on that swollen little nub, faster strokes. Middle finger dipping as it teases and dares to dip inside. Circling before it plunges and curls upwards to press on the spongy part that makes Agnes moan. She can feel the loose hairs from her messy ponytail stick to the side of her face and the back of her neck.
More fingers join her middle as she fucks herself and holds the image of Vidal just a little longer so she can trace the curve of her neck and collarbones to the swell of her breasts and the gentle dip of stomach before it reaches between the agent's legs.
The obnoxious fucking buzzer signals the start of the third period. Agnes bites down on her bottom lip as she feels her body give way; coating her fingers as her orgasm hits her like a brick fucking wall.
She can't look at that chair for the rest of the night.
-
Oh, and I know I could have someone else
In the shower of a cheap motel
But I'm scared to even touch myself
'Cause when I do, oh, I think of you, oh
Agnes can hear the water behind her head as if she's the one taking a shower. Was there a reason for motels to have such thin walls? Was it to entice you to get your ass up, swallow your fears and join whoever it was in the shower? She huffed a breath out through her nose as she stared up at the ceiling and tried her damn hardest not to think of what Vidal looked like completely naked and wet under that stream.
It was an impossible feat. She already got half of the image before this popped into her head. Vidal had started to strip away her clothes in front of Agnes, saying she was going to go and shower. Neatly folding her clothes and putting them on top of her suitcase, Agnes tried her hardest not to steal glances at her partner. Of course, she would be someone who matched her bra with her underwear without looking like she was trying too hard about it.
Vidal stood there for a second or two too long, trying to get Agnes to look at her fully. She did and she knew her face had turned a shade of red. She caught the playfulness in Vidal's eyes as she nodded her head at Agnes without another word and marched off into the bathroom.
Agnes cocked her head to one side and then shook it; Vidal seemingly liked to play with fire whether she knew it or not. The image seared into Agnes' brain which she filed away for those lonely late nights and regrettable early mornings where she could now clearly see an almost naked Agent Vidal.
Her brain told her to rub one out quickly before Vidal finished up her shower but Murphy's Law told her the second she were to shove her hand into her pants, Vidal would appear and catch her.
She was at a fork in the road even though there technically was a third option.
Get your ass out of this bed O'Connor, stop being a pussy and join her!
However, every muscle in her body felt like lead and her clothes felt as if they were velcroed to the bed underneath her. The last thing she wanted was to lose all sense of trust with Vidal and come across as a starving fucking creep who couldn't get the thought of sex out of her mind.
Agnes sighed loudly again, tilting her head back and closing her eyes as if to pretend she was letting the water cover over her with Vidal at her side.
-
Hid my bullet
'Cause everything waist-down is broken
Don't need no batteries
'Cause the strap's in the trash with my self-esteem
Agnes taps her pen against the notepad on her desk for the last time. She looks up at Vidal who's standing beside her and instantly feels a warmth spread through her body. It's jarring sometimes how Vidal can appear so casual about everything; not letting her emotions get in the way of this close proximity they share.
Doesn't she just want to give in as badly as Agnes does?
"'Sup?"
Vidal grins as she places the manila folder next to Agnes' hand on her desk. She lets her hand linger just a little bit; maybe too long. Agnes can feel how close it is to her; the need to place her hand over it is unnerving.
"I think this is the one you were looking for earlier..."
"Thanks."
Vidal doesn't pull her hand away but moves it towards Agnes' until the tip of her nail is touching Agnes' finger. It feels as if time is stretching in this moment; a build up that Agnes can sense and taste against her tongue. Cotton. Heavy.
"I...think we should uh..."
Vidal pulls away quickly before Agnes can finish. She goes to the door of their office and closes it along with the blinds. It must have been a cruel joke once upon a time to give Detective Agnes O'Connor an office surrounded by windows.
"Hurry."
Vidal whispers as she locks the door before turning back to face Agnes. She's got her blazer off and thrown onto the couch in rapid succession. Shirt pulled up out of her pants as she unbuttons herself, letting her shirt hang open. Agnes feels that leaded state within her again; frozen in a choice.
Vidal makes it for her as she slips her pants off and perches herself on the edge of Agnes' desk. She looks over her shoulder at Agnes and Agnes, can't deny those deep-brown bedroom eyes staring back at her.
That look is deadly and it's the one Agnes needs to tear herself away from her desk chair and join Vidal on the other side of her desk.
Her hands go right for Vidal's hips as she holds the agent down before sliding herself downwards so that her face is parallel to Vidal's crotch.
Agnes' hands move under the band of Vidal's underwear to slip them down until they're past her knees and out of her way. God only knows how much time they have before the rest of the department gets suspicious about a closed door. Agnes looks up as Vidal looks down.
"Not packing today, detective?"
The instant throb between Agnes' legs is unbearable and fuck, does she wish she was. The one fucking day she decided not to.
"Tomorrow."
"Tonight."
It feels as if a spring snaps inside of Agnes' brain as she dives her face between Vidal's legs. Her nose brushes against Vidal's clit before she drags her face up, tongue out to prod and lick at the tiny nub.
Instantly, Vidal's thighs press hard against Agnes' ears as she locks the detective in between her legs. Vidal's hands come down; one on top of Agnes' head and the other holding onto her shoulder.
The chair and the motel shower come back into Agnes' mind as she literally stuffs her face full of Vidal. Deep breaths as she takes in Vidal's sex and sweat; the combination so personal and so sacred Agnes doesn't feel worthy to be here at this moment. Her tongue drags; lazy figure eights and hard solid stripes until she brings her face and tongue down to prod and poke and slip into Vidal's pussy.
Vidal might as well have been a vice with how hard her thighs pressed against Agnes' head; her hands grabbing head and shoulder. Fusing the detective to her; never wanting her partner to slip away. She only wants Agnes deeper, as deep as she can have her.
