everything hurts more than it did before once you realize that in WandaVision, Wanda and Agatha weren't just two neighbors turned rival witches, but at their core, two women whos worst was brought out of them when they only wanted to save their child(ren) from a life they couldn't live without the magik they used on other people.
Agatha was on her way to bed when she noticed your door was cracked open. It wasn’t the first time you had left the door to your room open. You did it quite a lot actually. But never have you done it while sleeping. You liked to sleep in only a shirt most of the time so closing the door was just to make sure you didn’t accidentally flash Agatha.
She knows she should walk away. That she should go back to her room and get some sleep. Instead she finds herself slipping quietly into your room. The light from the window beside your bed illuminates your figure as she creeps closer. Your blankets were pushed off to the side and your sleep shirt had risen up exposing your stomach. Agatha takes a deep breath as she looks down at you from the foot of your bed. She can’t help thinking that you look delicious like this. Oh so innocent, not even aware of the danger lurking in the darkness.
Agatha begins crawling onto the bed but pauses as you shift slightly, your shirt slipping right up under your breast. After a few seconds when she's sure you aren't waking up she crawls closer hovering over you. Her hands twitch as she slowly reaches out for you. Her hands resting on your exposed thighs. When she’s sure you aren’t going to wake up she brings her hands up higher to your stomach. Reaching the edge of your shirt she pushes it up past your breasts and she takes a deep breath. Her eyes rack over your breasts. Your nipples are hard from the sudden coldness. She rubs her thumbs over them lightly. Her eyes search your face for any sign of you waking. Leaning down she kisses down the valley of your breasts. She kisses featherlight. She kisses over each mound before taking a nipple into her mouth. She flicks her tongue over the bud a few times before pulling away with a wet pop.
Her eyes trace back down your figure and to your panties. There's a wet spot in the middle of them and she has to suppress a moan at the sight. She wonders if you're dreaming of her. If you’ve wanted this all along.
Slowly she inches your underwear off down your legs exposing your wet pussy to the air. Reaching down she rubs her thumb through your folds and her body shivers in excitement.
“So wet baby. You wanted this huh?” Her voice is soft so as to not disturb your sleep but the lust in her voice is evident. She keeps running her thumb through your folds before she starts to slowly circle your clit. Your brows furrow at the feeling of your body moving slightly. She holds her breath expecting you to wake up and push her away but instead you settle and spread your legs. Still asleep as she continues to toy with your body.
Pulling away she lays between your legs. Her hands grab your thighs and spread them wider to get a better view. Her mouth kisses your thighs. She can feel herself losing control and before long she's sucking dark purple marks into the skin of your thighs.
Her mouth works its way high until her breath is right on you. Her tongue pokes out of her mouth as she takes the first taste of you. A moan leaves her lips as she closes her eyes. Agatha couldn’t think of a better taste. You were the best thing she's tasted and she was STARVED. Without any more care for you waking up she digs in. Her mouth devours you as she licks and sucks at your pulsing clit. Her mouth works deliciously on you as she brings a finger to circle your entrance and that's when you wake.
You blink in confusion as you feel hands on your thighs and the air on your body. The next thing you noticed was the pleasure you felt. Looking down you let out a moan as you see the mess of brown hair between your legs. Her eyes are already on you as she pushes two fingers into your soaking cunt.
“A-Agatha what-” You're cut off by another moan when she sucks harshly on your clit. Your hands immediately fly to her hair. You can’t tell if you want to push her away or pull her closer. This was wrong, it was so wrong but you couldn’t help the way your body arched into her touch. The way her thrusting fingers and mouth on you had you getting closer and closer to your release.
Agatha pulled her mouth from you but continued to thrust her fingers as she brought her face up to yours. You could see your slick on her face and the crazed lust in her eyes as she looked at you.
“I couldn’t help myself. You just looked so delicious” Moans escape your lips as you hold onto any part of her you can. “Tell me to stop and I will baby.” her fingers slow and a loud whine escapes your lips.
“Don’t stop!” You exclaim just wanting her to make you cum. You’ve wanted this for so long. Wanted her for so long. But you never thought it would happen. But now here she is. Two fingers deep as she builds you up. Sneaking into your room in the middle of the night and taking you.
Her fingers speed up again as she feels you start to clench around her. Her thumb coming up to rub your clit.
“Cum for me. Make a mess on my hand” The dominance in her voice and the rhythm of her fingers pumping into you push you over the edge. Your back arches and your nails dig into her back as you cum around her fingers. She slows her thrusts as she helps you down from your orgasm.
When she pulls her fingers out of you she pops them into her mouth and a whimper escapes you at the sight of her tasting you. Pulling her fingers out of her mouth she lays beside you her gaze analyzing your face. No words are spoken as you curl into her side. Her hand comes to rest around your waist and pulls you closer. You drift off to sleep in her arms hoping she would be there in the morning. Hoping that this wasn’t a one time thing. Hoping that it wasn’t a dream.
pairing: agatha harkness x reader, reader x agatha harkness
word count: 3.7k
summary: agatha harkness is one of the most infamous witches to ever exist, and she also just so happens to be your ex. it's been three years since you broke up and she left to chase the scarlet witch and her chaos magic. your friend invites you to a bar to celebrate her birthday, and you accept, eager to get out of the house and enjoy yourself. what you didn't plan for, was seeing agatha there, much less with a woman. you leave the bar in a rage, annoyed and angry with how she had the audacity to show up after all this time, much less with someone else. when you get home, you unfortunately find that she's waiting there for you. you try your best to resist, but it proves impossible when she decides she's going to remind you that you belong to her, and that she would never fuck anyone the way she fucks you.. if at all.
content warnings: dom!agatha harkness, fem!reader, ex!agatha harkness, degrading, praising, mommy k!nk, slapping, fingering, pet names, a little violence, marking/hickeys, biting, fluff, magic use, smut.
you never knew what to expect when it came to your ex girlfriend. then again, maybe you should've thought about that before you fell in love with one of the most infamous witches to ever exist.
agatha harkness was a killer, a monster, some would even go as far as to say the devil.. but you loved her. you saw beyond her facade, you were one of the only people who really knew her.
you being a non-witch however, caused most of the issues that led to the breakup. your ex girlfriend loved using her power to manipulate you, as if it was a game to see how far she could make you go for her. on one side, it turned you on to know she was using her power to control you, and on the other, you wanted her to be her true self with you. manipulation and control were her main persona, but you knew that deep down, she was soft, and gentle. she had showed you this side of her before, but when she went back to being cold, and ruthless, it felt like she had become a different person.
the last time you saw her was three years ago. you missed her, but you knew it was better this way. the last you'd heard, she was meddling with the life of the scarlet witch. oh how you knew she must've enjoyed that. it made you a little jealous, knowing someone else would receive the same treatment you did, but again.. you knew it was better this way.
it was your friend's birthday, and you were invited to celebrate with her at a bar. you were excited, but a little anxious. superstition was never really your thing, but there was just a feeling you couldn't shake.
you decided to pretend like you didn't have this feeling. you wanted to have a good night, and you wanted to be present.
as you stepped out from the taxi you took, you felt a shiver go down your spine. again, you chose to ignore it.. but in the back of your mind, for just a second, you thought that this feeling was familiar.. that you'd felt it before.
when you opened the glass door to the bar, you sighed, smiling at the sight of your friend camille. she waved you over to the empty barstool next to her, and you eagerly followed her direction.
the last time you had seen her was last year when you two ran into each other at a cafe. it was refreshing to be out and about with other people you held dear.
you put your purse down on the stool beside you and order a drink.
when the bartender returns with your order, you and camille begin to catch up on the events of your life and the events of hers. she was one of the few friends you had who already knew about agatha harkness. you thought of course, since she already knew your long history, agatha wouldn't come up, but you were wrong.
"so.. how long's it been?"
you were mid sip when camille asked this, and you almost spit it out with a laugh when her eyebrows raised. you swallowed the liquor, letting the burning sensation warm your throat.
"what do you mean?" you ask, tilting your head in confusion.
"how long has it been since you've seen her?" when the question sank in, you felt a lump form in your throat. you bit your lip and downed the rest of your drink before raising a finger so that the bartender would refill it.
if there was one thing you hated, it was talking about agatha.
you smiled, not wanting to show your uncomfortable feelings upon that question.
"it's been three years." you were avoiding her gaze.
camille put a hand on your leg, and her lips turned to a pout.
"oh, you poor thing.. have you been with anyone else after.. you know..?" now she was sipping from her glass, her eyes locked in on your face.
you shook your head, a little embarrassed. you had been close, even gotten as far as having someone new in your bed.. but you could never actually go there with anyone else. it was like a curse, a burden.
camille's hand raced to cover her mouth, and she looked at you with so much pity. it enraged you a little.
"look, i mean, i've kissed other people, i just.. she just.. i don't know! i don't know." you sighed, turning your body to face her.
"i don't even know where she is, for gods sake!"
at this last comment, camille's eyes seemed to be completely entranced by something behind you. that same chill from before ran through your body, and your heart started racing. camille bit her lip and looked at you, "i think i just found her."
your head jerked to the side. your eyes instantly found what had caught her attention.. agatha harkness.
all you could see was the half of her face, and of course her body. you knew well enough it was her, though.
her hands were entangled in someone's hair, and the other woman was on her lap, straddling her. the part of her face that was hidden was buried in the stranger's neck, where you imagined she was leaving marks and warm kisses.
your heart sank, and you barely even noticed when the man behind the bar returned your refilled glass.
camille put her hand on your shoulder, trying to snap you out of your unbreakable gaze.
it worked, and you turned away, planting your palms against your forehead. it was stupid to come here, you should've just listened to your intuition. you knew there was something wrong tonight.
camille tried her best to console you, offering to pay for the drinks you consumed, and even to drive you home.
you refused. you just wanted to crawl into your bed and forget what you'd seen. i mean, what were the chances you'd see her in a bar after three years and she'd be with her new little plaything?
you picked up your purse and stood up, not even bothering to finish your drink. camille looked at you with that pitiful expression again, and you felt even more angered at this.
you didn't even tell her goodbye as you started to walk towards the bar door.
against your better judgement, you sighed, and looked back at where you'd seen your ex girlfriend. you could've been wrong, and you thought for a second you might've been, because when you did look she was looking back.
the eye contact was prevalent between the two of you for at least a minute, and you started breathing heavily.
agatha wore a smirk, and bit her lip. her hands were wrapped around the woman's waist, and you watched, almost hypnotized, as she kissed the stranger's neck again. anger, and even a little bit of jealousy pooled in your chest.
even more confusing was the fact that while she left warm kisses on this woman's neck, her eyes were locked on yours.
she pulled away from her throat and she tightened her grip around the stranger's waist. you bit your lip and took a deep breath. agatha winked.. and then the realization hit you like a brick. agatha being here tonight was no mistake. she came to this bar because of you. she wanted to torture you. she was evil, and she was haunting you.
you decided then that you hated her. you decided that you hated agatha harkness with every bone in your body.
your hands pushed the door open roughly, and you rushed through the opening.
thankfully, a cab was close to the establishment, and you raised your hand to signal for the driver to stop.
he did, and you got in without hesitation. you spent the ride home replaying the scene at the bar over and over again. you couldn't figure out what she wanted, or why she would show up after three years, just to make you jealous. it infuriated you, it made you want to bang your head against a wall. you hated her. or at least, that's what you decided this feeling was.
when you got home, you threw your bag onto your couch. your head was spinning. you wanted to stop thinking about her, but it felt impossible.
you ran your fingers through your hair and closed your eyes, when you heard a thud. it sounded like it came from your room.
your mind immediately went to an intruder, a burglar, or even a murderer. upon instinct, you hurried to the kitchen, pulling a long and sharp knife from one of the drawers.
you look around as you approach your room, trying to make out anything that might be lurking in the dark of your house.
when you reach the door to your bedroom, you peek through the crack between the frame. you see a dark figure. it's a person, and they're rummaging around in your closet. you take a deep breath, gaining the courage to go in there. you'd never hurt someone before, and you had no idea if this person was armed.
however, you knew, if you wanted to get rid of them, you should go in there. you roll your eyes, cursing the universe for this hectic night, and burst through the door, lunging after the person hidden in the dark.
your free hand wraps around their neck, and your knife is held against their throat.
the mysterious intruder chuckled, and you froze. your knife pressed into the skin on their neck, and you tightened your grip on the blade.
you knew who it was the moment you heard that sly and cocky chuckle.. it was your ex girlfriend.
agatha fiddled her fingers around, and there was now light in the room. she expected you to release her, but you stood still, your blade still threatening her throat.
she was hesitant to speak, but did so anyway. "huh, after all these years you'd think i'd remember how much you like knife play.."
her tease at you made your blood boil. you pulled the knife from her neck and unwrapped your arm from her throat. she stumbled, but it was clear that she enjoyed how much her comment angered you.
you threw the knife onto the bed and walked towards the door. you wouldn't stay in the same room as her for another moment. she was so enraging.
just as your hand met the handle, you were pulled back by an unseen force. you groaned as you were slammed against the wall of your bedroom.
agatha was watching you, amused.
you wince at the pain of the contact your back makes with the wall, but your eyes stay closed, you were still determined not to look at her.
she hums and sits down on your bed. her eyes dart around the room for a while, and you still avoid looking at her. she noticed by now of course, that you weren't looking at her.
this put a smile on her face.
agatha released you from the force of her magic, and you fell to your knees.
"don't try to leave again." her voice is cold, and you know that the best thing to do is listen to her.
you managed to get up, brushing off any dust from your body.
agatha bit her lip, "come here, pet." your body shivered, like it had throughout the night.
finally, you met her gaze. she smirked when you did, and her finger lifted. she was signaling for you to come closer, and you looked her up and down. it had been so long since you've had her.. you wanted her.. but you hated her.
even with that being acknowledged, you knew she would get her way somehow, so you took the liberty of taking the easy route and following her orders.
when you'd made yourself even with her, you noticed how she looked at your body. she looked hungry, looked eager. you'd seen her this way before.. you knew what she wanted from you.
part of you wanted to go, because you knew that you'd let her have her way with you, and the other part wanted to fight back, to make her angry and pathetic for a change.
she didn't give you time to do either option.
her hands clawed into your hips, and she pulled you down onto your knees, so that you'd be almost level with, but a little lower than her; being she was sitting on your bed.
you pursed your lips as her hand shot up to your chin. she held you firm, examining your face.
"god.. how i've missed my pretty little plaything." her eyes darkened with lust, and you bit your lip, looking up at her.
agatha retracted her hand from your jaw and pouted at you, tilting her head. her hand pulled back, and in a flash it connected to your cheek in a harsh slap.
your hands rushed to the side of your face, and you moaned at the pain. she hummed.
"you're so weak and pathetic, baby.." she whispered, cupping your hands with her own, the very hand that had caused the pain to begin with.
"i'm not weak, and i'm not pathetic, and i'm not your 'baby'." you spat, pushing away her hand.
she raised her eyebrows in curiosity and cackled. you watched intently as she spread her legs out, patting her lap.
you blushed, not sure if it was because she had flustered you or if it was embarrassing that she knew you'd still do as she said.
agatha rolled her eyes, and you took that as a sign that she was tired of waiting. you decided she would just have to suck it up.
"i'm not sitting on your lap. i'm not yours anymore, agatha. if you want some slut to manipulate.. why don't you go and find whoever you were with at the bar." you were shaking with anger, agatha could see the jealousy behind your words. you stood, and you held a straight face to her. you wanted her to think you were in control, to know that even though she had power, she couldn't use you anymore.. even with as much as you may have liked it.
she pressed her lips together, closing her eyes. she rose from the bed, opening her eyes when she was still. you thought about backing up a little, but you decided not to.
agatha wasn't looking at your face anymore. her eyes were on your body, specifically on your chest.
"take it off." she didn't even look back at you, her eyes were pointed, and her arms were crossed.
you sighed in shame, lifting your shirt from your body. she always got what she wanted.
when the top half of your body was uncovered besides your bra, she smirked, pulling you close to her body. her fingers trailed up your back, straight to the clasp of your garment. within a second, it was on the ground.
agatha's lips found your neck. you knew she'd leave marks on you, ones you'd never be able to explain. she loved to mark you, however. she loved to make sure everyone knew you were hers.
with each kiss and bite and suckle, you moaned, your hands eventually ending up entangled in her hair.
she dragged her tongue from your pulse point to your earlobe, biting it gently.
she whispered to you in a seductive manner, "you know mommy loves it when you get jealous.."
your body reacted, a wet heat began to pool between your legs. she knew how to get to you, she knew what made you crazy.
"i put on that whole show for you.. the kissing, the biting.. even fucking her, it was all for you."
you pressed your tongue to the inside of your cheek, and pushed her away from you.
"you fucked her?" your tone sounded accusatory. you were angry, you wished you had power; you'd have killed her by now.
"no, but your reaction was golden. really, you should see your face right now!"
her smile was intoxicating, and you felt a little relief that she hadn't touched another woman the way she's touched you. but then it hit you that she's been gone, for three years. with the scarlet witch of all people.. you didn't want to think of the things agatha might've done to her. but you wanted to know, you needed to know if she had been with anyone else. it meant something to you.
"did you.. have sex with.. you know, other people?" the sentence came out shaky, but you hoped she wouldn't notice.
she shook her head slightly, "why would you ask that, cariño? you know i.." for the first time since she'd been there, you saw sincerity behind her eyes; she was hurt by the question. maybe that was why she didn't finish her answer off.
you bit your lip and your fingers grabbed the material of your skirt. you slowly slid it down your body, avoiding her eyes. you were left only in your underwear, which were soaked and ruined already. you removed them too, leaving your body fully available and vulnerable to agatha's every will.
she watched intensely, her eyes dragging up your body.
"come here, y/n."
you went up to her, your nipples touching her button up shirt.
she pulled you as close as possible by your waist, and your lips were clashing with hers.
it had been three years since you'd kissed her. it felt like heaven. she felt like heaven.
she turned you so that your back would face the bed, and drew her lips back. using a finger, she pushed you down onto the soft surface. you watched as she stood at the end of the bed, unbuttoning her shirt. she threw it to the floor, same with her bra, pants, and panties.
agatha was the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen. her body was like a work of art.
"you're so perfect" you said a little quietly, part of you hoping she hadn't heard you.
she smiled, and climbed on top of you. her lips were on yours again, and the kisses felt so freeing, so sweet. it wasn't aggressive.
her hands cupped your breasts, and her thumbs circled your nipples.
your head tilted back, and you moaned into the kiss.
she pulled away, leaving you speechless. her lips started to run down your body, from your neck to your nipples. she took her time there, suckling them into her mouth, brushing her tongue against them. you felt the heat between your thighs start to grow, and your neediness for her began to get unbearable. her hand started to retreat down your stomach, and your hips bucked up as it fell between your thighs.
her mouth moved up again, and she kissed up to your ear.
agatha sucked onto your pulse point, something you were sure would leave a hickey.
her fingers lingered in the slick wetness of your pussy. you desperately needed her.
she released the part she had been sucking on, and whispered a question to you. "do you want mommy to put her fingers inside of you?"
you opened your mouth to reply, and as you did, her fingers began to rub against your clit.
you moaned at the touch, and your body jerked. she chuckled. god, she knew exactly how to make you a mess.
her fingers sped up, and she asked again, "i said.. do you want mommy to put her fingers inside of you..?"
you whimpered, nodding your head.
she bit your earlobe and you knew she wanted to hear you say it.
"i want your fingers inside of me mommy! please!" your face was red and hot at the confession, the plead. she smirked and then two fingers entered inside your soaked folds.
your eyes rolled back, and you arched your body. her fingers started thrusting into your pussy with increasing speed.
you'd missed her so much. you missed her fingers, and her voice, and the way she made you feel. you never wanted to go this long without her again.
she bit into your neck as her fingers curled into you. you moaned for her, "fuck, fuck, aggie! oh, please don't stop, please.."
her teeth released, "you're such a good girl for me, y/n."
your body was writhing in the pleasure you felt as her fingers curled and thrusted inside of you. you could feel yourself close to a climax.
agatha sped her fingers up just enough to get you there, and when you reached your orgasm, she slowed down, helping you ride it out.
you felt so free, so nostalgic as you rode your ex girlfriends fingers, covering them in cum.
she kissed you, taking away any oxygen you might've had before. the kisses were sloppy, but you savored every moment of them.
as your body finally relaxed, she pulled her fingers from your core, which left you to whimper.
she pulled her lips away, smiling at you. she brought her cum-covered fingers to your lips. "come on pretty girl, clean mommy's fingers."
you opened your mouth and sucked your juices off of them, and agatha bit her lip watching you clean up the mess she had turned you into.
she laughed, pulling them back.
you were blushing, still a little embarrassed about the way your body longed for her; even after all this time.
agatha could tell you were a little nervous, anxious even. she stroked your hair, cupping your jaw simultaneously.
"i could never.." she was being genuine now, you could tell by the way her expression softened. "i love you.. i couldn't—"
you chuckled and pulled her face close to yours. both of your eyes were focused on each other's. you nodded, letting her know that you understood.
she pulled you into another kiss and you happily kissed back.
when she finally broke the embrace, you smiled.
"you may be the most infuriating woman i've ever met, but i love you, agatha."
summary: you sleep with one witch without killing her and suddenly your girlfriend has the time to hunt you down. Go figure.
Or, Agatha wants Rio’s attention and now she has it. Quick and dirty style.
tags: top!Rio, brief power!bottom Agatha, they are switches after all, fingering (both receiving), knife play, no blood description, biting, thorny vine restraints, possessive Rio, little shit Agatha
Words: 1,576
masterlist | ao3
authors note: this is early-ish in their relationship. Before Nicky but when Agatha is already well into her serial killer phase.
“Oh, Agatha~” Rio sings.
Her voice comes from all directions. Running from the original green witch in a centuries old forest isn’t the best idea but Agatha is quite literally out of options.
A branch rustles but there’s a suspicious shadow in its opposite direction. Agatha aims slightly for the left of the branch and finds herself sliding into a ditch. Her muffling spell deadens the sound of snapping twigs and sliding leaves. She resists the urge to cast an illusion over her little dip in the ground. Not only would it not work on Death but it would be a dead give away to her. There’s leaves sticking to her face, roots poking her ribs and something sharp grazing her ankle but she doesn’t risk moving.
Leaves crunching in a steady pattern give away footsteps.
“Agatha~” Rio sings out again, a dark edge to her voice Agatha hasn’t heard in a long time. A warning that she’s toeing the line, and not one of the fun ones they like to draw for each other.
Two steps closer and Agatha can see the edge of Rio’s silhouette. Her hand twitches but she doesn’t take the bait. They’ve been playing this game long enough for her to know better.
Her restraint doesn’t matter. Rio already knows where she is. Shrubs grab at her and propel her into Death’s waiting arms.
“Got you,” Rio says with a cheeky grin before slamming her against a tree. Agatha tries to grapple with her but her breath has been forced out of her. Rio has her pinned within a second. “Someone’s been naughty,” she says.
“Can a girl not spend a night curing her loneliness?”
“You know the rules. That is not how you get my attention.” Rio’s pulls her knife out and pokes into the soft flesh under Agatha’s chin.
“You’re here now, aren’t you?” Agatha says.
“Don’t tell me you’re being the jealous one, Agatha. You can summon me whenever you like,” Rio says as she trails the knife down Agatha’s throat.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the area’s a little bare of witches at the moment.”
“And yet you still managed to find one to bed,” Rio’s smile edges more towards a snarl.
“A green one too,” Agatha smiles as Rio’s snarl stretches further. “I knew that would get under your skin.”
“Oh, Agatha,” Rio knife digs in, “We both know the only thing under my skin is you.”
“Prove it,” Agatha snarls back. She goes for the knife but Rio digs it in deeper.
“Careful, sweetheart, you know what happens when my claws come out,” she slides her knife lightly along Agatha’s neck. Just enough to make a thin, red cut.
“They’re not out already?” Agatha asks. “Was me fucking another woman not enough?”
Rio growls and throws Agatha to the ground face first. Agatha doesn’t get a chance to push herself back up. Rio jumps on top of her and she narrowly avoids slamming her chin into the ground. She expects at least a few more verbal jabs but Rio’s been pushed past her limit. She forces herself between Agatha’s legs, keeping her down with a hand pressing her head into the dirt, and tears off Agatha’s pants. Half a second later and she’s forcing three fingers into Agatha’s soaked cunt. They moan together.
It only takes three harsh thrusts for Agatha to stop being disappointed that the game is over so quickly. She pushes back onto Rio’s fingers and Rio’s grip tightens in her hair.
“If you’re so desperate then come,” she demands with a snarl.
They’ve only just started yet Rio curls her fingers and Agatha finds herself right on the edge. Rio leans down and sinks her sharp teeth into the vulnerable skin on her neck and Agatha comes with a muffled scream.
Rio removes her teeth and laughs against Agatha’s skin.
“She must’ve been bad if that’s all it took,” she says.
“Who?” Agatha murmurs through her post-orgasm haze. Rio laughs again. She ignores Agatha’s whine as she gently pulls out and turns her over. She settles on Agatha’s hips.
“Who owns you, Agatha?” she murmurs as she runs her wet fingers down Agatha’s throat, enjoying the way Agatha basks in the attention. One corner of Agatha’s mouth twitches up.
“That witch,” she says. Rio’s fingers close around her throat. She doesn’t break eye contact.
“You don’t even remember her name.”
“I never even knew it,” Agatha says with that same teasing smile.
What should cancel out her previous statement makes it burn hotter by the way she says it. Thorny vines shoot out to wrap around her wrists and ankles.
“I could just leave you here,” Rio threatens.
“You won’t,” Agatha says with such certainty it infuriates Rio.
Another vine caresses Agatha’s throat before wrapping around it. She’s right. Rio has gone too long without her to leave her so soon. That doesn’t mean she has to satisfy her.
Rio begins grinding down and Agatha watches her with that same lazy smirk.
“Don’t get too cocky, Agatha. I’m going use you to come and then leave you here wanting.”
“Just like that other green witch did?”
Rio gnashes her teeth together. She resists the urge to sink them into Agatha again. Her anger will create too much force and she’ll break something.
Instead, Rio leans down, never faltering in her rhythm, to breathe the same air as her love. She watches as Agatha drinks in every inch of her expression as she gets closer and closer. That cocky look turns into desire which then turns into pure want as Rio nears the edge. Rio’s eyes flutter close and she leans that little bit closer so her lips brush Agatha’s. Agatha tries to close the gap but the thorns cutting into her skin keep her still. Rio moans into her mouth.
A needy sound leaving her has Agatha squirming but it’s too late. Rio shudders on top of her and comes before Agatha gets a chance to fully enjoy it.
The desperate eyes that greet Rio are almost as sweet as her orgasm. She gently runs her fingers over Agatha’s cheek before gripping her face tightly.
“Don’t ever do that again,” she growls, her eyes creeping towards their other-worldly purple glow.
Or what? Agatha wants to say but Rio’s grip is too tight. The challenge is still clear on her face and Rio’s nails lengthen to dig into her skin.
“You are mine, Agatha Harkness,” Rio hisses. “I can make you wish you were dead as much as I can make you feel alive.”
There’s a much darker note under Rio’s voice than Agatha is used to. Her challenging look turns wary. She doubts this game will ever stop being fun but that doesn’t mean nastier moments can’t sneak through. She doesn’t want Rio to doubt her devotion. That would be more dangerous than anything she’s attempted before.
“I claim you, Rio Vidal, Death, The First Green Witch,” Agatha declares. Rio’s eyes widen a fraction. “You are mine as I am yours, until the end of time.”
The words carry a hint of magic and Rio’s snarl slides off her face.
“I am yours as you are mine,” Rio breathes with the same amount of devotion. A hint of desperation hidden by Rio sealing the vow with a kiss. Soft at first but quickly devolving into their usual hunger.
Rio removes the vine keeping Agatha’s neck pinned, so she doesn’t have to break the kiss as she rises slightly on her knees and slips her fingers back inside of Agatha. Agatha moans into her mouth and Rio swallows it eagerly. She wants to devour her, merge their bodies and bind their souls as one. For now she settles for chasing Agatha across the continent and pulling every lick of pleasure she can from her.
Agatha’s magic snaps the rest of vines holding her down, thorns slicing her as she reaches for Rio. Her hands find the back of Rio’s neck and the bodice of her dress. Rio’s less punishing thrusts allow her room to guide the kiss. Her hand moves from Rio’s bodice to the skirts of her dress and tugs them up until she can get it under. She gives Rio the same treatment she’s receiving and slips three fingers into her heat, quickly matching her rhythm. Fingers curl, thumbs find clits, teeth scrape over skin and tongues dips into mouths. They become one moaning, writhing mess as they both reach their peaks before collapsing into each other.
Panting slightly, Agatha gently moves hair out of Rio’s face. She’s wearing that look that means she wants to consume Agatha but her eyes are flashing violet in the way that means too many bodies are calling. The strain of ignoring it is apparent on her face.
“Go do your job, Death,” Agatha releases her. “But don’t be so long this time, hmm?”
“You won’t leave the next one alive,” Rio says firmly.
“There are other ways to torture you, my love,” Agatha says softly, like it’s a sweet promise. Rio’s eyes flash a deeper purple, no death magic lightening them.
“I shall return soon,” she promises.
Soon to death can be very different to life but Agatha accepts the promise with a kiss.
“Te veo,” Rio whispers against her lips before getting up and fading back into the dark.
Agatha lies there for a along while, getting her breath back.
