I cannot emphasise enough that Rio lets Billy go. Agatha, a person who is going to die someday, dying in the place of someone who is taking a second life doesn’t even out the balance. Not really. Rio needed something to use as a reason to let this boy, who reminds her love so much of their son, live.
She lets him go after Agatha dies. She doesn’t take back what is rightfully hers and she lets him go find another who has broken the rules. She loves Agatha so much she gives her more time again.
Us not getting Agathario backstory or why Agatha is the way she is (apart from the small snippets given in AAA) is a good thing. It leaves the possibility for an Agatha origin story, if she gets popular enough. How she got so strong, why exactly her mother wanted her dead, how she got so close to Rio and how she got the Darkhold. There wasn’t time in AAA but that doesn’t mean there won’t be time later
Summary: Agatha comes home to find Rio two knuckles deep in you. She isn’t impressed.
Tags: Established polyamory, grinding, fingering, oral, orgasm denial, voyeurism, magical bondage, Mistress Agatha, Sir Rio, Sub Reader
She/her pronouns used for Reader. Pet names - love, pet
Words: 2,464
Authors note: Happy Agatha all along week!! Please enjoy my humble offering
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You gaze aimlessly out the window as you lay on the bed. Agatha is away doing one of her more elaborate traps, apparently she found a particularly powerful witch who has been keeping herself successfully under the radar for decades. You’re bored out of your mind. Your own fault for saying you wanted to stay home instead of joining her in her latest feeding, but at the time all you had wanted was to stay snuggled in bed. Three days later and you miss your wife. You’re also pouting just a little at not getting to watch her siphon. She’s as captivating as the first time you watched her siphoned someone.
A pressure begins building outside and you frown. It’s the usual feeling of someone with immense magical power who isn’t hiding it but it most definitely isn’t Agatha. It only takes you a few more moments to place who the power is emanating from. Rio.
You sit up eagerly. You’d recognise her presence anywhere. She rises from the beds shadow and you grin at her. She’s never been one for doors (except when she’s pissed off Agatha). You take her in eagerly. She’s in one of her slightly more modern outfits with a green jacket and thin vines snaking along her pants. A smile stretches wide across her face. She’s in one of her giddy moods.
“Love!” she exclaims and squishes your cheeks between her hands. “How’s my littlest love been these long days I’ve been away?”
Rio had taken to calling you little the moment she learnt how young you are compared to Agatha, which is centuries.
“Good,” you say, your words slightly distorted due to your cheeks being squished. “Missed you.”
“And I’ve missed you,” she places a quick peck on your forcibly puckered lips before asking, “And where is our sweetheart?”
Her grips lessen as she looks around. You can feel her reach out with her magic. She would’ve sensed if Agatha were home long before she got here but it’s still cute to watch her double check.
“Off siphoning a coven,” you say. “She should be home in a day or so.”
“Perfect,” Rio murmurs and pulls you in for a kiss.
It’s not her usual response to Agatha being away but you’re too distracted by her soft lips to question it. You happily lean into her, your hands creeping under her jacket and then up her shirt to feel her cool skin. You try to pull her closer but she pushes you back instead. You follow her lead and lay down, wrapping your legs eagerly around her hips when she climbs between them.
Agatha hasn’t technically forbidden you from touching yourself this time but she’d been so intent on outsmarting the latest witch it might have slipped her mind. Or she purposely said nothing so she had someone to punish while on a big siphoning high.
Either idea excites you. If she genuinely forgot and you’ve behaved, the reward will be mind-blowing. If she did it on purpose, she’ll trick you into breaking a rule before punishing you stupid. Either way, you’re needy and have no intention of stopping Rio.
She’s quick to remove your shirt and grope your chest, her lips never far from your own. She plays with your chest until you’re grinding up against her in need. She rips your pants and underwear off instead of taking the time to remove them. Her fingers find you soaked and she growls. You gasp into her mouth as her wet fingers circle your clit. Rio pulls back just far enough to watch your face as her hand dips lower and she pushes two fingers slowly into you. You mewl when she’s two knuckles deep. She always makes you feel fuller than she should.
Movement catches the corner of your eye and you turn your head. Agatha stands in the doorway, power pulses off of her. She’s fresh from a feeding and ready to burn off the euphoria. She also looks less than impressed.
“Is two days all it takes for my pet to get desperate enough to start humping someone else?”
Your hands tighten on Rio’s shoulders. You’ve always found Agatha’s ability to get jealous about you and Rio more than a little amusing. It’s best not to push her but fuck when she greets you like this you want to do it all the time.
“A bit past humping,” you say.
Rio punishes your cheek with a curl of her fingers. You whimper.
“Only having a taste, sweetheart,” Rio says like she isn’t deep inside of you.
“Three fingers is hardly a taste,” Agatha scoffs. “No doubt you were planning to devour her until I interrupted.”
“I’ll show you exactly how far I was planning to go,” Rio says.
A threat, a promise and a goad all in one. Agatha’s eyes trail your limp form as she considers this, or considers how she’ll stop Rio.
She’s a vision. Her pupils are blown, her hair thicker from the crackling magic in the air and she’s in her witch robes. You can feel the magic pulsing off of her. You want to taste it on your tongue. She gestures for Rio to continue.
Rio starts pumping her fingers again. Your hips lift to meet her thrusts but you can’t look away from Agatha. She draws closer without taking her eyes away from where Rio’s fingers disappear inside of you. Having her eyes on you makes the pressure build even faster. Rio swipes your clit and your nails dig into the soft leather of her jacket, your mouth falling open as you pant.
Agatha finally looks at you. “Are you getting close?”
Agatha is always aware of how close you are. It’s like she has a sixth sense for it. But you nod anyway. There’s no need to get in even more trouble. If you’re in trouble at all? It’s hard to tell when she’s like this. Rio continues to lightly play with your clit as she thrusts into you.
You’re moments away from tipping over the edge when she pulls away. Her wet hand moves to your hip to hold you down as you whine and squirm in protest. Your hips desperately searching for the slightest bit of friction to send you over the edge.
“I see,” Agatha says, “And how many times were you planning to deny the poor thing?”
Poor thing. That has to mean she’s feeling merciful, right?
“Until you came home,” Rio says.
You whimper at the idea. Agatha is home two days early. The amount of times Rio could have edged you would’ve driven you insane. Agatha’s eyes darken and she licks her lips. She likes the idea.
“Don’t let me stop you,” she says, in a way that shows she’s still slightly agitated.
“Mistress—” you try to beg but she waves her hand and the connection between your mouth and brain is gone. It’s rare that she doesn’t allow you to make any noise and the whine that escapes you proves she still wants to hear how desperate you are.
“My love,” Rio says, voice soothing. “I only wanted for you to come home to an incredibly desperate pet.”
“She gets plenty desperate from my absence,” Agatha says with a tight jaw.
“As desperate as this?” Rio pointedly runs her fingers through your soaked folds.
She gathers your wetness and lifts her fingers to show Agatha. The humiliation goes straight to your clit. Your legs unconsciously close tight around Rio in an attempt to get even a bit of pressure on your aching centre.
“If she’s been naughty.”
“Does listening to her Sir make her naughty?”
Agatha steps close enough to grab Rio’s chin in a tight grip. You can see her sharp nails digging in.
“Yes, when her Sir is also being naughty.”
You’re definitely in trouble then. The way Rio is looking at Agatha tells you she isn’t going to be any help. The borderline worship on her face means she’s in the mood for obedience, despite how she started this play. Which means she won’t allow you to come purely to piss Agatha off.
“Tell me to stop fucking her and I will.”
Agatha scoffs and shoves Rio’s head to the side. “Antagonistic as ever.”
“Whatever helps to keep you entertained.”
“What will entertain me most is my pet spread out below me,” Agatha says.
Rio huffs a laugh and climbs to lay by your side. She has to force your legs to let her go.
“Don’t let me stop you,” Rio gestures to you. It’s an effort not to squeeze your thighs together. Agatha gives Rio a long look. There’s no doubt some mild mischief on the way and Rio actions are verging on a command. Purple wraps around Rio’s wrists and yanks. She goes from lounging on her side to stretched out. She laughs again. She doesn’t fight the hold.
Agatha straddles you, still in her witch robes. It glides against your bare skin. The magic still rolls off of her. You shiver.
Please, Mistress, you beg. There’s no way to know if Agatha is currently in your mind or if she knows what you want from your expression.
“Does the naughty pet think she can ask for things?”
No. You don’t stop your pleading look. Agatha snorts and flicks her wrist. Her robes disappear. Electricity races where she touches you, the magic jumping from her skin. You arch into the feeling. Agatha’s purple forces you back down.
Her cold hands trail over your skin, her eyes admiring the effect Rio has on you. Her hands dip lower and you tense in anticipation. Her hands stop just below your waist. You try not to pout. Based on Agatha’s crinkled brows you fail. Agatha stays perfectly still and it takes you all of a second to realise it’s not a tease. Neither of you had been paying attention to Rio. A mistake.
“Rio,” Agatha snarls.
“She’s spread out below you, isn’t she?” Rio asks smugly. Her fingers sneak below Agatha’s just to show she can before moving behind to reach where you’re aching. She traces patterns just above your twitching clit.
Agatha’s magic sparks but it’s quickly swallowed by Rio’s green. The purple around your wrists is replaced by green that dances up and down your arms.
You hadn’t been expecting Rio to merely give in to Agatha’s commands, you all know that Agatha finds a fight much more entertaining than easy submission, but you’ve never seen her freeze Agatha like this before.
Rio’s fingers find your clit and you stop thinking about it. Agatha will slowly undo the spell Rio used whether you figure it out or not. You want to enjoy Rio’s hands before Agatha forces her to stop.
Rio runs light, teasing circles around your clit. You try to press closer but you can’t move far with Agatha on top of you. You feel Agatha’s eyes burn into you. The way they trace your face, your heaving chest, where Rio’s fingers play with you. You should probably do something to stop Rio, or at the very least resist, so Agatha doesn’t punish you for it later but what can you do against a cosmic being?
Rio buries her fingers inside of you and you moan. She keeps fucking you and you think she’s actually going to let you come. Then she stills. You whimper and whine and try to fuck yourself onto them but her magic presses you down. She won’t let you come until she decides that you can. Or until Agatha takes over.
You notice a warm, wet feeling against your stomach and you look down. Agatha is wet. Rio follows your gaze and smiles slowly.
“Someone’s enjoying herself,” she says.
“Well it’s certainly not our pet,” Agatha says waspishly.
“We both know she loves the torture.” Agatha doesn’t say anything so Rio continues. “Why don’t we help you out a bit, hm?” Rio turns to you. “You want to make your mistress feel good, right pet?”
You nod eagerly. The caressing magic around your arms seeps into your skin. Your arms move without your say. Your hands land on Agatha’s hips and tighten. You watch with wide eyes as you move Agatha’s hips to grind against you.
Agatha looks furious but there’s no hiding the way her wetness grows. Rio’s fingers start moving again and your hands grip Agatha’s hips tight enough to bruise. Thankfully, Rio’s spell keeps your arms moving. Your ability to set a regularly pace is rapidly disappearing under her fingers and Agatha might’ve killed you for it.
There’s not enough friction for her to come but her breathing gets heavier and her face begins to flush. You watch, captivated even as your own orgasm grows.
Heat rises. You know the pleasure is going to end in another edge but you sink into it anyway. It feels too good to resist. You still writhe and squirm and whine when Rio pulls away. It doesn’t sway her.
You thought the heat was from your own rising orgasm. It’s only as it slips away that you realise that it’s coming from Agatha. Her magic radiates warmth as it undoes Rio’s spell.
The furnace turns into a roaring fire and Agatha breaks free. Rio is pinned to the bed by her neck in a second, Agatha’s snarling face inches from her own. Rio’s pupils are blown.
“You think you’re so clever,” Agatha snarls.
“Not as clever as you,” Rio says.
Agatha falters for a moment at the frank honesty, but only for a moment. “You’re not going to be able to walk by the time I’m done with you.”
“As fun as that will be, isn’t there someone else needing your attention?” Rio’s eyes flicker to you. You try to look as pathetic as possible. Agatha grinds her teeth.
“Make it up to me,” she commands Rio. Sir turns to you.
“You want to come?” Sir asks. You nod eagerly. “Then eat out your mistress.”
You try to push yourself up but your shaking arms give out. Agatha snorts and pushes you onto your back.
“Hold your tongue out,” she commands as she climbs on top of you. You obey and watch with eager eyes as she moves above your face. “Don’t move,” Agatha warns. You wouldn’t dare. Her taste fills you as she grinds against your face. You fall into a haze of her smell and taste as she uses you.
Agatha is halfway to orgasm when you feel Rio’s hands creeping back up your thighs. She’s cruel enough to tease you before slipping two fingers back inside. Nothing feels better than this. Than being surrounded and consumed by them.
Summary: joining in on Agatha and Rio's special brand of foreplay is just like flipping a coin
Tags: breeding kink, dubcon, strap referred to as cock, biting, light scratching, manhandling, slight boot humping, light degradation, implied pain kink, oral, overstimulation, Sir Rio, Mistress Agatha, switch Rio, mommy Agatha, toy Reader, pet names - good girl, dirty girl, pet
She/her pronouns used to refer to R (sorry it’s not the usual they/them I was leaning diff when writing)
Words: 3,783
masterlist | ao3
Authors note: fr wish the world would stop kicking me in my nonexistent balls but at least this one shot is finally here! Ignore the placeholder name that stuck ahshdjdjd I lowkey like it now. Also, this is the witches road Rio, not soft baby or crashing out Rio.
Note: Agatha much prefers having the most power at any moment than winning. Rio’s referring to one specific event to get under Agatha’s skin 💞
You trail in curiously after Rio. She stalked to Agatha’s office with the clear intention to bother her. Something that will either end really well or really badly for you.
Rio has Agatha’s attention instantly but she decides to play it oblivious. Like the tension in the room isn’t rising by the second. Rio prowls around the walls of the room, pretending to look at the artefacts scattered about the shelves. You linger by the door, just in case this turns into a genuine fight and not the foreplay you’re expecting.
Rio knocks an intricate…statue thing off the shelf. You have no idea what is it but it shatters when it hits the ground. You wish you knew. Its importance would tell you which end on the fight-foreplay spectrum they’re currently dancing in.
“Is there something you needed?” Agatha asks, sounding very unimpressed.
“You couldn’t tell?”
“No. I assumed Death, a cosmic entity, would be capable of using her words when she wants something.”
“I much prefer using my tongue.”
“That is what you use to make words, dear,” she says before she concedes, “In this form, anyway.”
Rio flashes her skull face and you swallow. It’s been a while since you’ve played in that form and the tease has you clenching your thighs together.
“Is there a reason why you’ve come to bother me?” Agatha asks.
“I’m not allowed to spend time with my dearest love?” Rio finally prowls towards Agatha’s desk.
“Don’t be rude,” Agatha tsks and flicks her fingers at you.
Rio turns slowly to look at you. You stay very still. She crooks a finger and you cautiously approach her. If she didn’t want you in the room you wouldn’t be.
She gently cups your face in her hands and it’s more nerve wracking than comforting. She studies your expression as she scans your face.
“Did I hurt your feelings?”
It’s not said with the mocking sympathy that would come from Agatha in this situation. Your eyes flicker towards her but Rio is too close for you to see past her.
“No,” you say simply.
She gives you another considering look. You wonder how much your emotions differ from Agatha and if Rio finds it hard to understand your own. You reach up to cradle her wrist but you barely move before you find yourself on Agatha’s desk. It happens so fast you don’t have time to catch yourself. Rio’s claws land between your shoulder blades and slams you down. It doesn’t hurt as much as it should, although the shock of the impact still flows through you.
“Play nice,” Agatha admonishes like she has a leg to stand on when it comes to that.
“Did I hurt you?” Rio asks curiously.
You’re still too stunned to respond.
“Probably,” Agatha answers for you. “I’m sure there’s some lovely bruises forming.”
Rio’s hands lightly run down your sides and you know she’s picturing the marks she’s creating. Purple flares and she doesn’t have to imagine. The polished wood of Agatha’s desk is cool against your skin and start in surprise.
You look up at Agatha to see her dark eyes already on you. It’s too early for you to be pleading but you know your face is already giving you away.
“Rio, why don’t we try what we talked about earlier,” Agatha says, lounging back in her chair.
Rio’s nails dig into your skin. You don’t know what she’s talking about but you know exactly what expression Rio has on her face. A wolf standing at attention, about to snap its teeth.
“Since you want to so badly,” Agatha says in a way you know in digs at Rio.
A moment you see often in the middle of their games.
“Are you sure, Agatha?” Rio asks.
The rest of your clothes disappear.
“Ca- “ your mouth clicks shut without your permission.
It’ll be more of a toy night than a participant night it seems.
Something hard nudges your entrance and you shiver. It’s all the warning you get before Rio sheathes herself inside of you in one go. You gasp and relish the way Agatha’s eyes snap down to you. She licks her lips and your eyelids droop as Rio does it again.
“We both know how much you like to be first,” Rio continues to goad as she slowly pulls out before thrusting all the way back in.
You don’t know what they’re talking about, you rarely do in these moments, and Rio scratching her nails down your back distracts you from that vague curiosity. The fresh sting has you arching. It doesn’t draw Agatha’s eye this time. She’s too deep into her game with Rio to give in. Knowing this doesn’t stop a little part of you pouting.
You squirm on Rio’s cock instead of listening to their next set of jibes. They only make sense to you when one of them knows it will get to the other. As hot as their foreplay is, it can take so long. Too focused on your throbbing cunt, you don’t think about the consequences as you whine and kick out.
Their attention instantly snaps to you and you freeze. The feeling of being a rabbit caught in a wolf den creeps up on you. Agatha’s face turns into a fake pout that has you shivering.
“Is someone feeling left out?” she asks and you hurriedly shake your head but it’s too late.
Rio’s threads her fingers through your hair, grips firmly and forces your head down. You whimper. It’s impossible to survive the two of them.
“We don’t want that,” Rio says with a grin you can hear.
Agatha is about to give her exactly what she wants. No consequences. All because you couldn’t wait a little longer. You can’t even try to apologise. Agatha will only act oblivious.
“I just want to know what you’re talking about,” you try.
Sometimes playing their game works in your favour, even if you always lose. This time, it only seems to amuse Agatha more.
“Poor thing doesn’t even know what they risk every time you fuck her,” Agatha says to Rio.
She drinks in your confused expression.
“It’s not surprising,” Rio says as she plays with the fresh scratches down your back. “Her confused little face is what drew you to her in the first place.”
Agatha’s head tilts slightly as she gives you a considering look.
“Rio is a cosmic entity, dear,” she reminds you like you aren’t well aware of that whenever Rio’s does…anything, but especially when she’s inside of you. “And we are witches. We aren’t restricted by the usual limitations when it comes to death. Or life,” she quirks her brow.
You suddenly become very aware of how vulnerable you are.
“You mean she can…?”
Agatha’s smirk answers the question for you.
Hot breath skates along the back of your neck before Rio growls lowly. Instinct has you freezing again. She noses at the delicate skin of your neck. You aren’t naive enough to think it’s a comforting motion.
“Yes,” Agatha says simply.
“I -” is all you get out before Rio’s sharp teeth sink into your shoulder. The ache is a familiar pain, one you know will soon turn to pleasure, yet you still instinctively cry out, bucking.
Rio has too tight of a hold. She’s going to- is all you can think before her cock is sinking back inside of you. She doesn’t do the teasing pace of before and her cock stretches you open with every thrust.
“Please,” you gasp, “I don’t want- “
“Yes, you do,” Agatha says with all the confidence in the world. “It’s easy to see into your head, hon. You want to be owned. Completely. Something we’re well equipped to do.”
All you can manage is a pathetic whine. She’s never said it so plainly before. Rio is groaning against your back in a way that tells you she’s close. It only makes you clench tighter. Her claws dig into your skin as she holds you still, controlling every movement as she fills you over and over again. You can’t look away from Agatha. The only thing that gives away how much this is effecting her is her slightly heavier breathing. She has that self-satisfied smirk that drives you crazy.
“Take it like a good pet,” Agatha says and Rio stills inside of you.
You swear you feel something warm flood you as she groans above you. Her teeth find a new spot to dig into. Heat floods through you and it’s all you can do to hold onto the desk as you come. Your eyes shut as you arch but you can still feel Agatha’s gaze searing into you. Your orgasm ends in a whimper. Rio doesn’t release her teeth until you go limp. With a satisfied growl she lets go of you.
“Feel better?” Agatha asks, now lounging back casually as she watches Rio.
“Not yet,” Rio says as her hands travel down to grope your ass. She’s still inside of you.
“Don’t be greedy,”Agatha says.
“I’m not. There’s no saying whether it’s taken yet.”
“Death itself can’t guarantee it on the first go?” Agatha’s voice is almost mocking.
“Not when she wants another round,” Rio says in a voice that tells you she’s wearing a sharp grin.
You grind back against her, wanting nothing more than to feel like that again. Nothing more except with the taste of Agatha in your mouth too. Agatha clicks her tongue.
“If you can’t get it right the first time then it’s my turn,” she says.
“Oh? Didn’t you say this is something only Death can do?”
“I am a witch, dear,” Agatha says.
As hot as you find this, you wish they’d stop in favour of getting back to the fucking you part.
“You’ll have to take her,” Rio says.
Agatha raises an eyebrow.
“Give her to me and I’ll suck you off,” Agatha says.
You can feel the way Rio twitches. Agatha is offering something that is usually hard won, yet Rio sees saying yes as a kind of losing.
“Sir -”
Agatha grips your shoulder and digs her thumb into one of your fresh bite marks before you can continue. Your words turn into a strangled whimper. You don’t risk begging to her instead.
The pressure lessens when you stay quiet but Agatha doesn’t pull away. That combined with the sting of Rio’s claws has you unconsciously grinding back on Rio. It’s probably lessening your chance of Agatha fucking you full, but you’re full now and that’s all you can concentrate on.
Rio grinds her hips forward and Agatha’s hand snaps out to grip her chin. Rio stills and you can’t help the whine that escapes you. They both ignore you.
“Fuck her again and I won’t touch you for a week,” Agatha warns in a low voice.
You swear you hear Rio swallow. Her claws retreating tell you she’s given in. A second later the world tilts and you find yourself on your knees in front of Agatha. You stare up at her with wide eyes. Her pupils are blown and her hair is that slightly messy it always gets when she’s worked up. The wonders of magic. You want to run your hands through it.
You’re distracted from the thought by something dripping down your thigh and you pray Agatha can’t see it from this angle. Her boot lifting to nudge your thigh tells you otherwise.
“Dirty girl,” she murmurs before tilting her boot higher.
You twitch when it touches your sensitive core but don’t dare move otherwise. You want her to touch you, or to touch her. If she’s in an ultimatum kind of mood than complete obedience is the only way to get what you want. Her smile stretches wider and she presses harder. Pleasure sings up your spine. You’re trembling but you manage to resist the urge to grind down. Remembering her reaction when you tried to use words earlier, you beg with your eyes instead.
“Good girl,” she says and you shiver. She sits back down and spreads her legs. “Eat me out and I’ll think about rewarding you.”
You’re crawling forward before her pants are off. You run your hands up her thighs a second before they disappear. She allows the contact and you follow the trail with you nose, taking a deep breath when you hit her soaked folds. Surprisingly, she doesn’t move a hand to your hair like usual. You take the opportunity to suck a dark mark into her thigh, hoping Rio’s reaction to it will lean more towards fucking you than the punishing she is prone to. Not wanting to risk either of them pulling you away from your prize, you find Agatha’s clit with your tongue the second you’re done. You lick firm circles around it and she groans.
“I thought I was the one getting head,” Rio says, closer now.
“Don’t pout, sweetheart, it doesn’t suit you,” Agatha says.
“That isn’t what you said the last time I was on my knees,” Rio says.
Your pace stutters and Agatha laughs lowly. She threads her hand through your hair when you’re too overwhelmed by the image to remember to continue. You don’t need more than a slight push forward before you swiping your tongue over her clit again.
“Why don’t you get on your knees now? I might change my mind again,” Agatha says.
You barely resist the urge to turn around. Agatha and Rio have the most fun in a power struggle so you’ve seen them in all kinds of roles and positions. You’ve even seen them kneel for each other. But it have Rio kneel beside you is something you’ve never experienced. You aren’t apart of the power struggle, although you’re usually used within it. You’re always firmly below at least one of them. Nether have subbed beside you. You clench your thighs together and try to distract yourself by moving lower. Dipping your tongue teasingly into Agatha, you wait for her tight grip to guide you further. She instantly pushes you closer and you eagerly comply.
It’s enough to distract you that you don’t notice the warmth of another body until it’s brushing against you. You freeze but Agatha’s nails dig in warningly. You move your focus back to her clit to try and disguise your distraction. For the very first time you don’t want to spend the next six hours eating Agatha out and you debate using your fingers without explicit permission.
You can’t see Rio but you can feel her slowly lean against you, which means she’s also leaning against Agatha’s leg. It takes you a moment to realise she’s resting her head against Agatha’s thigh. You imagine the look of Rio’s face as she looks up at Agatha, one you’ve only seen once before. Soft, open, submissive. Agatha’s other hand moves to gently stroke her hair. You fight every reaction you have, terrified of breaking the moment and losing this experience before it truly begins.
Agatha makes a deeply satisfied noise. You immediately move down and curl your tongue inside of her. She squeezes around your tongue as she comes, moaning in unison with you. You don’t stop until Agatha tugs you away. She lets go before you can rest against her and you only get a moment of confusion before a new hand takes her place. Rio pulls you back further before turning your face towards her.
Instead of kissing you like you’re eagerly expecting, she licks over your lips. Agatha has soaked your face and Rio diligently cleans you up. Her breath is hot. The feeling of her tongue on you, of her kneeling against you, has you shaking. You’re too overwhelmed to do anything more than kneel there.
Rio doesn’t grace you with a kiss when she pulls away. You’re too dazed to miss it. It takes you a long moment to open your eyes again.
Rio’s hand slides down to the back of your neck, thumb gently stroking the skin there, but she doesn’t take her eyes away from Agatha.
“I’ll reward you later. I have a pet to breed,” Agatha says to her.
Rio doesn’t react, not even a twitch. Hands pull you up into Agatha’s lap. You’re straddling her for barely a moment before something hard nudges you. Looking down you’re shocked to see a green strap-on instead of a purple one. You want to see Rio’s reaction but Agatha’s grip is iron.
You hold your breath as Agatha guides her cock to your entrance. She doesn’t need to push you onto it, you sink down eagerly. You’re surprised again as she allows you to set your own pace. Her hands on your hips steadying you instead of controlling. Moving your eyes from the flashes of green to her deep blue ones, you’re unsurprised to find them studying you.
“Mommy’s going to come in you,” she says and a shiver runs down your back.
Her fingers dig into your skin and you wish she was moving you like she usually does. Your steady pace turns shaky and uneven. Too desperate to come to be able to get yourself there.
“Please,” whine you. Agatha’s eyes drop to your lips and you say it again, “Please, mistress.”
Agatha growls and pulls you up. Your heart drops, thinking she’s pulling you off, until she slams you back down again. You moan and grasp desperately at her shoulders. Her eyes don’t leave yours as she makes you ride her.
You’re trembling and desperate. The heat that had been slowly building again flares through you. You hold on as long as you can, not wanting it to end. Victory shines in Agatha’s eyes when you finally snap and that warmth floods you again.
Agatha runs a soothing hand up and down your back as you come down, curled into her shoulder. It takes until you have most of the feeling back in your body to realise Rio has been quiet for too long. You lean back from Agatha, trying not to get distracted with her still inside of you. Her amused smirk doesn’t reassure you. Claws curl around your hips and you freeze mid-turn. Rio moulds herself against your back. She slides her cheek against your own. A slight pressure has you staring back at Agatha, Rio’s sharp grin against your cheek. Those claws lift you half-way up Agatha’s cock.
“Wait,” you gasp and uselessly pull at them as they start to push you back down.
“No,” Rio growls and you stop, listening to your survival instincts. “If you’re so desperate to come to Agatha wearing one of my straps, then you’re going to do it again.”
You whimper. Your cunt is sensitive after two hard orgasms and you know you won’t survive another. Not functioning. You pretend the idea doesn’t make you drip.
Agatha doesn’t do anything to save you. She leans back in her chair and settles her hands low on your thighs, prepared to enjoy the show.
Rio bounces you on her strap without mercy and you’re struggling not to come within moments. Their scents surround you, Agatha’s eyes devour you and Rio’s claws make themselves known every time she moves you.
Rio murmurs something under her breath and Agatha jerks suddenly. You have no control to stop and see what’s wrong. Her eyes slam shut, grip turns tight and her mouth drops open into an expression you’re familiar with.
Rio’s made it so Agatha can feel what’s happening to the strap-on. The realisation pushes you even higher. You’re too far gone to truly help with Rio’s movements but you give yourself completely to them as you watch Agatha’s face. Her head slowly tilts back. The desperate urge to kiss her surges and you lean in.
Rio grips the back of your hair and holds you still. You whimper.
“Don’t ruin my fun.”
Agatha’s eyes languidly open. “I don’t remember telling you to stop,” she says.
“Someone was trying to take more than she’s been given,” Rio purrs.
You shake your head but it’s useless.
“Eating your mistress out and being used as a fleshlight isn’t enough?” You don’t get a chance to respond. Purple swirls around your wrists and forces them behind your back. Her sharp nails dig in when she grips your chin. “Take it like a good girl before I leave you tied up for a week.” You try to nod but her grip is too tight. “Say yes mistress.”
“Yes, mistress.”
Agatha pushes your chin away and Rio starts fucking you on her strap again. It’s all too much and you’re falling apart within minutes, clinging desperately to her as pleasure consumes you.
Rio forces your hips up again and you can’t even make a noise of protest. Your bones are jelly. Your everything is jelly.
Agatha clicks her tongue. “Stop before you break her.”
Rio rolls her eyes and lets you go. You slump into Agatha’s hold. “But she’s so fun when she’s been fucked stupid.”
“I have plans for tomorrow,” Agatha says. There’s no room left in you for curiosity. “And I’d rather you focus on your own reward.”
Rio’s eyes snap to Agatha’s. Agatha lifts you and gets up before placing you back on her chair. You reach for her, confused in your slowness. She grasps your chin.
“Watch,” she commands.
You nod once the word makes it through your slow thoughts. The command giving a bit more life to them. They speed up more as you watch Agatha slowly kneel down in front of Rio. Swallowing roughly, you grip the chair tight. Wondering if you’re dreaming.This is a sight you rarely see. Rio has won dominance before and even allowed you to watch on rare occasions but this feels different.
Agatha wraps her hand around the base of Rio’s cock and begins to slowly stroke it. Rio looks almost frozen, riveted by the sight. Agatha slowly licking her from base to tip doesn’t help.
She wraps her lips around Rio’s head. They don’t break eye contact.
Rio groans when Agatha takes her deeper. Agatha hollows her cheeks and Rio’s hips jerk. Her hand lands in Agatha’s hair but doesn’t push.
She doesn’t last as long as you’re expecting. She was more worked up than she was letting on and the sight of her coming with a loud groan has you grinding against the chair despite your sensitive cunt.
“Good boy,” Agatha husks when she pulls away and Rio’s whole body shudders. Agatha gets up and sits on her desk. “Now fuck me like you mean it and maybe I’ll give you another go with our pet over there.”
The ‘she is my scar’ scene is obviously amazing but it’s so funny how Rio saw everyone showing their scars from funny/impressive battles, went ‘this is my moment’ and proceded to ruin the mood
