Progression to finished piece. Sketch, sketch again, debate life choices, carve, clean up, fill in copper enamel ✨
the piece reads : bíonn súil le muir, ach ní bhíonn súil le huaigh. In English: there is hope from the sea but none from the grave. Written by Seosamh Mac Grianna
Number Three is Always Fortunate (Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader)
Chapter 1: Carved Marble
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Synopsis: You have been in a relationship with Rio and Agatha for almost a year now and in which, Rio and Agatha surprise you with a trip of a lifetime. You realize just how much you mean to both of them and come to terms with just how far you'd fall to be both of theirs forever.
Carved Marble: At a late lunch, tensions rise between the three of you. There's no means to escape the way both Agatha and Rio feel about you and aren't afraid to show you even in public.
There were two things you came to understand while being away on the trip of a lifetime: why semi-circle booths were created for restaurants and why one would completely leave their sense of self for someone else.
Or, in your case, two people.
You twirled your fork around and around until it picked up a perfect little bird nest of capellini. It felt like on this entire trip you physically had to stop yourself to soak in the moment and not let it slip through your fingers. With the pasta wound perfectly tight around your fork, you were able to bring it up to your mouth without losing a single strand.
A gentle nudge from your right pressed against your arm, causing you to slip your fork out of your mouth to give Rio the attention he deserved. He was eyeing you the same way he always did which always caused a warm flush to creep throughout your body. From his eyes alone you knew you were desired by him and most likely every silent thought he was having was of you in the most inappropriate ways.
You placed your fork down gently onto the embroidered serviette to pick up your glass of champagne.
Rio did the same as he clinked his glass with yours before taking a slow and steady slip with his eyes never lifting away from gazing at your face. If you hadn't looked sun burnt already, Rio would have assumed you were from the blush that coated your face and neck. You already knew he was dying to get you back to their little Vila.
A harder nudge pressed against the outside of your left thigh which caused you to return it. The sweat from your skin was sticking to your dress but of course, the bottom of it had risen up to expose your legs. Agatha pressed her exposed thigh to yours and bit down on her lip as she popped another olive in her mouth without eye contact. She already knew Rio had his sights on you so her approach was a little different.
Her free hand gracefully dropped down into her lap and drifted to its side until it was in yours; sitting like a stone and pressed up against your upper thighs and the gentle mound of your crotch. She stifled a laugh as her fingers splayed out to dangerously tease you against your dress while her leg continued to press and rub against yours. Her right hand plucked the olive pit from between her lips to place down onto her plate.
You understood exactly why people would run off with their lovers and never speak to anyone ever again.
It's pretty much your life right now; enjoying your time somewhere in Europe while your Mommy and Daddy take care of you in ways you could have only dreamed about.
Sandwiched between them; this is how they came to prefer you both outside and inside the bedroom. They made it very, very apparent.
You chased down the last of your champagne; gently clearing your throat as you set the glass back down. Rio has done the same with his drink and you watch as he moves his fingers up and down the stem of the glass.
The motion mixed with the splaying and rubbing of Agatha's slender fingers in your lap against your inner thighs and crotch become almost unbearable and you barely whisper out an 'excuse me' before realizing you're literally stuck in between them both.
Are either of them going to let you go?
Your brain takes the gamble; the 50/50 split and you wonder who needs it more badly right now to let you free. Letting you out on Rio's right or Agatha's left means whoever has moved is going with you.
Both of them with their minds in the gutters it's a miracle the three of you survived this late lunch.
Agatha taps your thigh with the tip of her nail. Claws, more like it. She loves to keep them long and you have the scratches down your back and ass to prove it.
"Come on, Baby. Mommy will come with you."
Your face flushes all over again with just how casual Agatha can be with using the nickname for herself while in public. One could easily assume she was your actual mother. The allure is too much and too great and you barely unstick yourself from the booth as you scoot away from Rio and closer to Agatha as she rises up from her seat and waits patiently for you to follow like a good little puppy.
You'd never be able to lose sight of her from behind; not with all that wild, unruly hair and the ricochet sounds of her heels against the tiled floors.
She's far too stunning to lose sight of.
You follow her until she reaches a beautiful looking door that she pushes open to allow you in. You slip by her and can feel the tension between the two of you on it's breaking point. As soon as that door swings shut behind her, Agatha already has her hands guiding you from your waist over to the single pedestal sink carved from beautiful marble and set down on real wood.
Everything is far too opulent for your understanding and once again, you're questioning just how the hell you've gotten to be here with them.
You've been with Agatha and Rio for almost a year now and right from the start they doted on you. You had chalked it up to both of them just fooling around or maybe trying to fulfill some fantasy they had never got the chance to. Of course, you had been wrong and one month turned into eight very, very quickly. You had literally just moved in with them when Rio presented both you and Agatha with these tickets to vacation and you knew right then and there that the hold these two had on you was severe.
You feel yourself slightly slipping away as Agatha pushes you up against the sink and allows her hands to slide down your ass and the back of your thighs to hike up your dress and rest it on the curve of your back. She's pushing you forwards with her body to create that perfect bend.
She's literally got you bent over a goddamn sink somewhere in a five-star restaurant in Europe.
Your body has to react faster than your mind does as your hands come out to grab the edges of the sinks pedestal. You let everything but your hands slip away as you hold fast and very quickly feel the desperation in Agatha's movements as she rakes her nails up and down your bare legs.
She already marked you up this morning in bed and threatens to do more right here, right now.
"Such a good girl for Mommy, aren't you? I just had to get you all to myself. You don't mind, do you, Baby?"
You shake your head 'no' but Agatha never really ever waits for an answer; not from you and not from Rio. Once she has an idea in her mind, she can never shake it until she fulfills it. It's something that's so endearing when it comes to Agatha that makes your heart catch in your throat. Something you love to witness; to be part of.
Her fingers work quickly as they slip between your thighs to rub back and forth against your folds. You're met with the softness of her fingertips and the sharp point of her nail tips. And without a doubt, you can't help but to focus on the sharp sensation of her nails dragging against your sensitive clit as well.
The breath you suck in is hard and loud and Agatha takes it as a good sign to keep going as she rubs you with precision; teasing as her middle finger dips once or twice inside of you.
You push your hips instinctively back to try and have her slip fully inside of you.
Your action is rewarded with a complete withdrawal of her hand only for it to come down hard and fast and flat as she spanks you just below the round of your left ass cheek.
You're unsure if the sound that falls from your mouth is a whine or a sob.
"Just be a good baby for Mommy...just let me have this before Daddy walks in here and gets his way with us both..."
And with that, Agatha wastes no time as her hand comes back in between your legs and you're met with three fingers up inside of your cunt.
Your knees threaten to give out as you buckle against the sink; knuckles turning as white as the marble sink as you grip the edges.
"Is that too much for you, my love? Do you need Mommy to stop?"
Her voice cuts with a laugh and it's then you realize she's degrading you for reacting in such a way. She's giving you everything she fucking has and you respond with a knee-jerk reaction to being stuffed by the most heavily fingers on the planet.
You manage to turn your head so she can hear you loud and clear; your eyes barely open to look at her as you do so,
"...No...no, Agatha...I'm sorry..."
You can basically hear her smile as her response slips from her lips,
"That's a good girl...such a good girl for me, aren't you?"
You feel the tip of her pinky nail join beside her ring finger as she slightly spreads her fingers inside of you. Your reward for apologizing almost has you mentally and physically breaking as she continues to scissor her fingers deep inside of you.
You understand once again why someone would throw the entire world away for nothing but this sensation over and over again. Enslaved to the way you feel and how Agatha makes you feel. Why would you ever need anything else in this life?
Everything and nothing fills your brain and all you want is to please Agatha; to do whatever she asks of you. You'd do anything she orders and asks. You quickly come to realize as you flex your fingers to stop them from cramping, this was probably her and Rio's idea all along.
To have you fully submissive to them both.
At the same time.
You almost jump out of your skin as the bathroom door opens and you know you have nowhere to run and hide, especially not with Agatha's four fingers stuffed deep inside of your pussy. You groan loudly and lower your head as much as you can if that'll help you in any way. Your identity would be the last thing anyone cared about seeing; especially since what's really on display is this older woman with her fingers knuckles deep inside of you from behind.
"Good thing I paid the bill, I had a feeling you two weren't coming back to the table anytime soon."
You sigh in relief from the unmistakable voice that belongs to Rio. You lift your head back up, no longer afraid of getting caught by some random stranger or restaurant staff. Agatha, you bet, is completely unfazed behind you as she continues to work her fingers deeper and wider as she ruins you with ease.
You're basically dripping down your thighs and you've only come to notice it now as Rio burns holes into you with his gaze.
The door slams behind him exactly like it did with you and Agatha. The same sensation of desperation surrounds Rio like a cloud and you want nothing more to fulfill whatever he craves.
It's almost like a dance between the three of you as Rio makes their way to join in. He moves towards the sink and eventually takes it place for you to hold onto instead. Agatha graciously lets up to allow you to regroup and recenter yourself as you hold onto Rio instead of the sink. Rio makes his stance strong for both you and Agatha to finish what you started. Agatha basically has you slumped against Rio's chest with the side of your face pressed up against his expensive button up shirt.
You hold onto Rio in any which way that makes sense at the moment; one hand grabbing his shoulder while the other down at his waist.
You're basically, once again, sandwiched between them both.
"How's that, Baby? Is this ok for you?"
Rio basically coos down into your ear as you nod your head against his chest. Your fingers grab at whatever they can to steady yourself as Agatha picks up the pace once more with a laugh under her breath that makes goosebumps rise on your skin.
You shift just ever so slightly once more to fully steady yourself when the hand on Rio's waist dips down just ever so slightly. Rio notices your reaction before you even do and the smug smile that plasters his face is almost enough to make you hide your face against his chest in embarrassment.
You don't get to see the glance that passes between Agatha and Rio; the way their eyes convey so much more than words ever will. One by one you feel each of Agatha's fingers slip out from you to leave you a sopping wet mess. You exhale loudly, wetly and are sure you've stained Rio's shirt from spit. Agatha reaches her hand over you so Rio can clean off her fingers and taste just how desperate you are for them both.
"I thought you would have noticed Rio was packing the second he sat down next to you for lunch..."
Agatha whispers as she pulls her hand away from Rio to let it drag up your back, coaxing you to finally stand upright when you can. Your legs feel like jell-o and your head is swimming with nothing but the need to be filled once more by them both.
Your hand had every so gently brushed against the bulge in Rio's pants.
"I asked him to wear it because...well, because I wanted to see how badly you were going to act and feel about needing it pounding into that sweet little pussy of yours...but!"
Rio laughs at Agatha's words as he helps you up. His hands rub up and down your bare arms to soothe you down and to smooth out the fuzz in your brain. You had gotten so dangerously close with Agatha's fingers you were almost able to taste it.
Rio, of course, beat you to that.
He licked his lips as he stared at your face once more; running over every single detail and everything you thought you could hide. His smile only grew as his gaze shifted from you to Agatha behind you.
Agatha nodded her head; curls falling down her back.
"We should get you back to the Vila...I don't think Agatha is done playing with you yet."
That sharp cackle filled your ears from behind as Agatha turned on her heel not without giving your ass a playful and teasing slap.
She left the bathroom first.
With just Rio left behind in the bathroom with you, you could feel the tension growing faster than it ever did with Agatha. There was something about the pull Rio had with you that you realized Agatha must have had as well. Rio was intoxicating in a different way than Agatha; mysterious and direct about what he felt and how towards you and her.
You bit down on your lip as you pressed your hand to his chest and allowed your fingers to draw little circles against him,
"I'm...sorry I didn't notice, Daddy...I just...wanted to be a really good girl during lunch..."
And Rio shrugged that tiny little motion that settled all your fears instantly. The look in his eyes was enough to make you know that it wasn't personal. His hand came up to meet yours; fingers wrapping around your wrist to drag your hand downwards.
You never broke eye contact with him.
"Just more for me to give you and Agatha when we get back home."
Victor Salvatore, Portrait of Mrs. William Eaton Brock (Dorothy Paris), ca. 1925, carved marble, 16 1⁄8 x 14 7⁄8 x 10 1⁄4 in. (41.0 x 37.8 x 26.1 cm.), Smithsonian American Art Museum, Gift of Mr. and Mrs. Jack M. Hockett, 1979.43
