The first thing you saw when your eyes opened were trees.
Looking around confused you tried to remember were you where or how you got here.
But nothing came to mind.
The last thing you can recall are sparks of a fire that blew up everything and a flash of blonde almost white hair with a pair of eyes that looked like ice.
Sitting up, you realised the snow on the ground.
Your body hurt. It was covered in wounds.
Wincing while lifting your arm to inspect it, something else caught your eye.
You were being watched.
A pair of familiar ice like eyes were inspecting you from the snow.
No not from the snow, that was just the hiding place.
Looking closely at the eyes you could see the outline of something else. Something that seems to be furr, white furr to be specific. Blending into the scenery perfectly.
With new curiosity you pulled yourself up to carefully inch closer to the animal.
Uppon further inspection you could identify the arctic fox sitting in the snow.
The fox was not moving at all. Staying as you found it.
Just watching you.
But the pain in your body became too much so you fell down into the snow again.
It sat up straight and took half a step towards you as if to reach out but decided against it halfway through.
"Urgh" you groaned and held your body while curling yourself up.
Almost loosing consciousness again.
Until suddenly it became warm and soft against your face and outline.
Glancing at the source you saw the fox curling up around you.
"Thank you." You breathed out and lost consciousness again.
The feeling of warmth was increasing. It felt like someone was picking you up, keeping you close and coverd you in a blanket.
Draco felt bad for you. His aunt set your home on fire. There wasn't a personal reason. She just did it for her own entertainment. But he couldn't listen to your screams of help any longer. As soon as his aunt was bored and went along searching for her next victim he ran into your burning house and found you almost passed out, surrounded by flames. He knew you. He loved you. He fell in love years ago. And seeing you almost die, was unbearable for him. It was torture, without anyone realising how much it tore him apart.
It was a pure coincidence that Draco was there with his aunt. If he wouldn't have been there you wouldn't be.... No Draco did not ever want to think about that possibility ever again.
His heart made a small jump when you suddenly woke up after hours of him watching over you.
Sure the Forrest was probably not the best choice to escape to after almost dying from a smoke poisoning but he couldn't exactly apparate into a hospital. Draco was known all around the wizarding world and a death eater at that. Ofcourse he was against Voldemort and did not support him, but after his father failed his task Draco had to take the mark as a punishment for his parents.
But none of that would matter to anyone. All they could see would be HIS mark.
Luckily Draco knew a few spells to heal someone, the extra training with Snape was useful at last.
Your breath was returned to normal and all the smoke you breathed in left your lungs.
After healing you as best as he could Draco picked you up bridal style and apparated towards the only safe place he could think about.
His secret little garden.
A hiding place only he knew about.
As soon as his feet touched the ground again he rushed to the small bed that was in the corner of the garden.
Gently laying you down he tugged you in and transformed back into his animagus form.
A few hours went by again until you woke up feeling better than before.
This time you were in a garden. A magical garden, plants were drifting in the air and the ceiling was just a magic barrier. You could tell by the way the pouring rain just stopped as if it hit glass, rolling down the side.
The arctic fox was still there, watching over you.
A bit scared you starred at it.
"Did you safe me?"
It didn't answer. Ofcourse it didn't.... What were you expecting?! Shaking your head you stood up slowly but fell back onto the bed again seconds later. Just like before in the forest the arctic fox was taking a step towards you and again, it felt like it was reaching out to you.
Draco was scared. You surely would be afraid of him now. It would just be uncomfortable if he reveals himself now as himself.
But a tiny part of him hoped you would accept him, maybe even like him, dare he think... fall in love with him too?
A few days went by and by now the arctic fox felt like your anchor. You found out holding it in your arms calmed you, made you feel at ease. Playing with it's dirty paws and running your fingers through it's furr. Against better judgement Draco had to admit he loved it. It calmed him down just as much as it helped you.
By now you were sure the outside world was going up in flames.
Screams could be heared in a far away distance and the smell of smoke never left but you felt safe in here. Wherever 'here' was, together with the snow fox.
A few days later you walked around when suddenly you slipped on the ground.
In an instant Draco transformed and caught you mid fall.
Your eyes met Draco's and your breath was mingling with his.
You couldn't believe it. The boy you loved since you first met him, saved you.
"Hi." He said breathing heavy while his hold on you tightened just a bit.
"Hello" you breathed out and lost yourself in his eyes while matching his heavy breath.
The end
An: I think this turned out okay. Maybe cute? I don't know. But I love the song 'dirty paws' by 'of monsters and men' so I wanted to do something inspired by it. Also this is my 20th oneshot. Okay bye until next time :)
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Chapter 3 : I wanna watch you turn tonight , I wanna feel the beast inside - L.G
Warning: WOLF GORE / Bloody / Violence / Nicky Grief / Found Family / Kidnapping / Mind Control / Manipulation / Trauma/ Hallucinations / RioxRxAgatha / Wolf Curse / Killing / Eating People / WOLF BITES / AgathaRioxCursed Reader / READER G!P / SMUTY / 18+
When you close your eyes, you can still see your lover, your Aggie. The hood falling as she walks into the woods, the place you’d called home. Light streaming in, she walks - more like floats, with a sort of serenity of a witch in love. A witch who doesn’t fear the reaper because she has the reaper wrapped around her enchanted pinky.
When people close their eyes to remember a memory, it’s normally a negative or a positive.
But every memory of Agatha Harkness is a constant state of melancholy remorse, an overwhelming beauty at getting to be in the spray of who she was.
The beams of of her warming you like rays of that sun.
Opening your eyes is the worst part, as you inhale the basement of your entrapment.
Inhaling again, you take yourself away - far away. You wish with all your might you could pull at the memory like taffy. Make it last just a minute longer, stay in the warmth of that love just a second more.
The stomp upstairs from the arguing has you releasing your breath, a bit of dust falls to the space next to you on the floor. Dirtying your clothes with the grunge.
This was getting ridiculous.
Agatha was all over the place - perhaps it was her newly acquired body. Or the fact she’d drugged and kidnapped her ex baby daddy. But her magic was bouncing all over the place, her yelling at Rio could be heard from upstairs.
The covens arguments didn’t end, they just switched speakers.
One person taking the spotlight to complain, and then the next.
Each more irritable then the last, Billy as you could sorta smell had been leaving - probably to go home or to school or whatever mortal teenage boys did when they weren’t arguing with middle aged witches.
You lay on the dirty floor, a t-shirt from a family trip labeled Bohner, and a pair of gym shorts.
You shared Bohners sentiment - Evanora had made sure in her curse to give you a different body part.
The member had been a point of tension for you as you tried to soothe yourself with memories of Agatha. It seemed a different part of your body had another idea.
This type of visualization meets meditation had turned the wrong way. But Agatha was your true happy place. For mind and um, body.
Your magic crackled at the bits of you, like a rock in someone's shoe. It rattled endlessly back and forth, and still you stayed in the basement.
Suppose it could be labeled a plot hole - all all-powerful beast with magic doesn’t break out of the enchanted basement.
You’d manipulated Jen, who was now terrified of you - though she demonstrated that by screaming at Agatha how reckless this all was.
You’d gotten Billy in trouble with Agatha, who didn’t seem to be able to forgive him for almost releasing you. Which was troubling since she’d forgiven him for The Road. Yet, here she was - chasing her own tail as the saying goes.
Arguing, unable to settle, and you listened through the hum of the magic in the walls.
You hadn’t made another retreat, you would be lying at this point if you thought breaking out of wherever you were was a good idea.
Better the devil you knew. Your cock pulsed and your hand moved it, fidgeting in your gym shorts with it. No place for your half hard friend to settle.
If you left this confinement - and the hours shifted, the day came. Well, you’d have to eat the town again. The ultimate big bad wolf comes to light.
So while you’d fought so hard to break out, now it seemed like maybe this prison was what you’d deserved.
Or maybe you were just as lost as Agatha.
Both trapped in a loop.
Rio was arguing now, Aggie ran away from the absurdity of that many idiots in one space. Her feet stomping as she opened the basement, slamming the door performatively, then walked down the wooden 70’s steps.
You closed your eyes again, waiting for her - unable to look. Not even a peak.
Agatha huffed over to the corner where you’d been trying to soothe yourself.
The witch sat down, then laid flat in her basement with the humming runes on the walls, laying next to you like lover in new snow.
Neither of you not touching or reaching to comfort, but lying in the same filth.
“Your heart is beating so fast.” You say gently in the space, you hear her being so human in your ears.
“You think I’m on some childish journey to free you.” Agatha speaks ontop of your olive branch, you could practically hear the snap of it. Never one to beat around the bush. Your dick twitched, you thought of Agatha’s pubic hair, you perverted fuck. Still you parry her words with others - it wasn’t like fighting Billy. Or side stepping Rio’s attempt at gentleness.
Agatha was a different brain entirely, frustratingly brilliant witch.
“You remember when I taught you how to use magic from channeling it. Moving it inside of you?”
“I’m not the same girl that sobbed in your fur. I’ve lived a life - and I know want. I’ve lived long enough to-”
“You aren’t older than me.” You remind her and Agatha scoffs at the absurdity of that.
You lay in silence for a moment, the basement magic humming, your hands so close yet not touching.
It was painful not to touch Agatha, as though two magnets were holding all their strength back.
Your breathing matches now, and you know without being aware of it, Aggies calming down with the safety of your sensationless embrace. Just two souls with more feelings than history - and that was saying something.
You try again - fiddling with the edges of what’s happening.
“Sometimes boys die, and sometimes wolves lose their packs. Sometimes there is no huntsman who free’s Granny and little Red. People with their best intentions can’t always be forgiven. Love, love doesn’t last. These are unmistakable truths.” You gulp and you can almost taste the salt of a younger Agatha’s tears on your tongue.
“You think I don’t know that?” The witch says low and even.
“Saving me won’t bring him back.” You try instead - at this point it’s like trying to sword fight in the dark with your exwife. You stare at her every expression, tracking her, learning her in this century.
It’s coming home, to the place you were most yourself, only the roads were shrouded with brush, the lights won’t turn on, but the lingering heat in the home still warms you.
Agatha’s crow feet when she pulled a grimace was the same, her lips lifted the same - yet you were sure there were things you’d yet to understand about this Agatha.
“You don’t know me at all, if you believe that’s why you are in the basement.”
Agatha turns on her side, and you open your eyes and bring your chin to mirror hers. No longer attempting to study her subtlety.
This older Agatha’s hair still fell to her sides the same, and while there was no light streaming in to dance on her skin.
Your mind could imagine it.
A muscle memory of a love that consumed you. A love that brought you back to life.
Agatha rubs the pad of her fingers in her palm, anxious and yet more settled than upstairs with the coven.
“What will curing me do?” You change tactics.
“I’m fulfilling a promise.”
You blink and you see Nicky burned in your eyelids. A boy, a myth in a song, a ghost.
“To him?”
“To you, to me, and yes to him.” Agatha’s eyes drop down to your chin when she said him. You remembered her saying he’d gotten your chin, and this memory resurfaced like a water stain on plastic. Unmistakable stain on what was forever changing what will be, still so embarrassing to look at.
Your mind churns more thoughts.
“Agatha, I forgive you. I did the second you turned your back on me. I forgive you, I forgive Rio. I forgive it all. I hold no anger, I release you from your promise.” You say with such conviction that Agatha appears stuck.
You flip onto your side to face her, grabbing her wrists and shaking them.
“Stop this. Teach the boy, find love again, live again!”
“I AM TRYING!” Agatha shouts in your face and you scowl.
“Saving me is your past not-”
“YOU- I shouldn’t have come down here.” Agatha says, slamming whatever authentic moment you two were about to share but you yank her wrists towards your chest. Not releasing her either. This violence you both knew.
“Say it.” It couldn’t be heard as a demand - more of a dare. One that this stubborn witch wouldn’t back away from.
“I never stopped loving you. I died, I came back, and I can’t sleep without imagining the scent of your fur. The warmth of your arms, the touch of-” Agatha bites the inside of her cheek and one of her hands moves out of your hold slowly to caress your bottom lip.
It’s so gentle, so tactile, you wonder if this is a hallucination again.
You release her - unable to touch her now.
“Why me? I taught you magic, I taught you everything I know - You have no use for a foul beast. You could-”
“I chose you. I choose you, if I get a second chance at a life. Then I choose to share it with you.”
The words sounded too sweet.
“Agatha-” Your witch puts her fingers over your mouth to stop you.
Instead, she inches forward, her face going to your chest, she curls her body against yours.
‘Against’ seems wrong for what this is, Agatha curls in the hollowness of you. The piece you’d carved out for her long ago - and never moved to fill.
Her legs bend and fit against yours, her hands coming into her own chest as your body could almost cover hers entirely.
Agatha had given you a big wool blacket on your meeting, and in return you forever warmed her with the heat of your body.
Your hands found their home on her - like they did that first winter - but Agatha is no girl.
Agatha is curves, sharp edges, scars and a lifetime of self-doubt and bloodshed.
So this time, when your arms fall you expect them not to be able to hold her.
You are wrong.
Agatha’s breath hitches as you pull her into your embrace, tighter, closer.
Your lips fall to her hair, and you close your eyes again.
You don’t see the Aggie running through the woods of salem this time. No a new memories are coming in.
Now you see the silhouette of her in Alaska, aged and hopeful - walking towards you to take you home.
“Your heart is racing.” Agatha repeats back to you and you scoff. You can’t see her face.
“What are you going to do about your group?” You try to change the subject, but Agatha’s hand covers right over your chest, tracking your heart beat.
“They’re going to help us get the ingredients to break this curse.”
“Aggie-”
“Shhh, Billy owes me. They all do. Then it’ll be done.”
“Just like that?” You whisper in the quiet space.
“I’m a covenless witch, but I’m not single.” Harkness jokes and you can’t help but laugh now.
It’s different then the sounds you’d made so far in this enchanted basement and it echo’s in a stange way against the walls.
When you stop your hands make tiny circles, like touching her in action would convince you this wasn’t just a hopeful vision. Made to soothe your soul in the harsh forest at night.
“I killed so many witches so that I could lay here like this again. I couldn’t bring Nicky back, I couldn’t forgive myself for…But all those witches who I took…If it means that the outcomes is here. With you right now, I feel no remorse.”
“Agatha-”
“I’m a selfish woman, maybe my mother was right.” She says before burying her nose into your neck further.
“You survived -”
“As many before me have, I know. But all I wanted was this for just a few more minutes…” Agatha admitted, her fingers dig into your skin right above your hipbone, where the t-shirt has ridden up.
You hate how much you agreed with the sentiment.
“I’m not who I was-”
“Neither am I,” your witch cuts in, and you believe her. Still your barefoot lifts to run over the top of her socked foot.
No one would ever believe this witch killer would sink into another this way.
You were licking your lips, wondering if this was a dream if you could make it last longer.
Your hands move to her neck, just under her dark locks, cradling the back of her head.
“Maybe we could meet again?” She whispers so quietly that you can almost hear the cracking of the fire in the snow the first time you saw her.
“What if-What if I’m not-” You ramble, and Agatha’s nails dig in once more.
“Don’t.” She instructs, you both shift until she’s not hiding in you. Until your noses bumped. Breath being shared, eyelids hooded too low to pretend this wasn’t happening.
Your mouth is dry, but you open it to say something, anything. Beg her, push her away, ask a question, make a promise - something!
Your thumb moves without your permission to tenderly trail along her jaw.
It’s the same song, but different moves, ones you could learn surely?
Aggie's blue eyes threaten to shed a tear, and you question if it’s for the past of this moment. This moment that you would play back until you were mad once more.
“I never believed in humanity. But I’ve always…” You stop saying it, it’s too honest, too much. But Agnes tilts her head just enough that you can’t hold back the truth. Your lip wobbles to try and find the best way to tell her.
I love you: just doesn’t feel big enough.
Aggies not a young witchling anymore, her smile tells you that mischievous woman isn’t going to be told no. You open your mouth in hopes words will come out, but your witch surges forward and kisses you.
You moan as Agatha dominates you, pushing you onto your back again she crawls ontop of you.
Her knees falling to the sides of your hips, her fingers fisting your hair. Not letting you go, roughly covering your lips like she can sear her mark into you.
This kiss isn’t new lovers, or two people meeting again.
It’s so hungry, it’s all consuming, it’s your senses turning on for the first time.
You shift your hips up, and Aggie grinds down knowing the rythme of you, your hands find the skin of her lower back, moving under fabric to scratch too hard at her skin.
Making Agatha break the kiss and moan deep with a need. Something she hadn’t been able to quench since she left you. Her tongue fights yours, and you can’t decide if winning or losing is better.
You don’t mean to let out wolf noises, but you start to growl and chuff.
It only turns Aggie on further, you arch up to take off her shirt, which she does easily throwing it off. Your fingernails scratch at her a little too hard, the witch wants it. She takes off the purple bra before you can demolish it, and your tongue is scratchy like your hound self as you lick the underside of her breast, just under her nipple.
“Fuck yes, oh fuck. I missed your mouth.” She tells you and you whine high pitched. A dog whistle of sorts, as you open your mouth further to attack over her quickly hardening nipple. Your dick is painful as it thuds against your love.
Agathas body had aged, yes, but her taste had only improved. You licked and sucked, gripping her shoulderblades so she could only arch into your mouth and let out perfect noises.
Your mind was cloudy with the urges to consume, you tried so desperately to stay here in her embrace.
Agatha grabbed you by the hair and yanked your head back, you growled at her new dominating tone.
Aggie shifts forward to rub against your cock.
“Sush, you think you get to have all the fun?”
You can smell her arousal, her sex.
You bare your teeth insulted, but Aggie just snorts and takes off your shirt in one fluid motion over your head. You lunge back to her throat but she’s faster. Using your hair like a leash and your hips jerk at the sensation.
“You used to dominate so well, tell me, when you were touching yourself in the forest, did you think I’d be submissive when you had me again?” Your lover taunts and your canines grow just a bit making Agatha’s cunt pulse at the sight.
“Don’t play-”
“You always played with your meal. Well, I grew up, and now I’ve got my puppy begging for a taste.”
Your body responding, begging for it, but your mind wouldn’t allow it.
“Puppy? The fuck, is that what I am now?” You arch an eyebrow.
“Mhmm.” The witch nods, shifting her crotch up and back, not enough to hump your member but enough to make it drip for her.
“You think I’m some subbie dog who’ll just roll over to lick you?” You say offended but you couldn’t think of a better idea.
Agatha’s grin was downright murderous. She leaned in so that her lips were a centimeter to your angry snarl.
“That’s exactly what I think.”
You both jump - bodies fit to wrestle to the end. You fight one another, Aggie using a bit of magic to pin you, you using your animalistic strength to roll her onto her back once more.
Until Agatha bit your neck very hard - your brain short circuited. This would have been what one dog did to another. To dominate, to own, and here your ex-wife was. Practically pheromone pissing on you - as she takes you.
Your knees gave without your meaning to.
Agatha pins you onto the floor, belly down as she lays ontop of you.
You chuff and bark and roll your shoulders but Aggie just holds you down, purple magic strapping your knees down. You easily break it, magic too linked, but it snaps back.
When Aggie releases your neck she’s panting from the endorphins, sexual tension, and headhigh at finally getting one over on you.
“I’ll tell you what, if you say; ‘I’m Mommy’s good Puppy’ I’ll let you fuck me with your cock…but if you don’t..” Aggie’s left hand trailed to your ass and you jerked in her hold.
“You’ve been gone far too long if you think-”
Aggie’s finger pushed against your ass and your thighs shivered.
“You knew one day I’d be able to win.” Her voice is melodious and happier than you’d heard it this whole kidnapping.
“Cheating! I’m not calling you Mommy. Just because Rio called me puppy doesn’t mean you can!” You growl, and Agatha just laughs against your ear. Your cock is hot and bothered as it pokes into the unforgiving ground. It seems your two heads are in contrast with each other.
“I feel how hard you are…You wanna try again?” Aggie’s hand moves from rimming your asshole through the gym shorts to your cock, she lays her hand flat like you do for a new animal.
But she lets her palm smooth down the front of your stiff rod.
You shiver and whine and it’s submissive - far more than you mean for it to be.
Where was your dominant vibe gone now?
Aggie hums in approval as she gets to the end where your head is making a stain in the cloth.
“You need Mommy to make it better?”
“I a-” you blubber.
“My puppy, you know you belong to me. Just give in?” Agatha husks in your ear and then she snakes her hand underneath the band and her warm hand finds your angry girth.
You both let out a long gutteral noise of delight.
“My puppy missed me, can’t you tell? Come on baby, bend for me.” You hump into her hand. As she takes the slowest pace with you, so gentle and careful.
You want to cry, you forgot what gentle caressing felt like.
What love was like.
All this fighting and wrestling, still your exwife touches you with tenderness.
“Aggie, please I-”
“Shh, none of that. Your mine now. No more of that. Submit to me puppy, you’ll be so glad you did.” Agatha finishes by licking the outer shell of your ear and you howl throwing your head back long and loud.
Letting the whole house know something was happening in the basement.
“Good puppy, come on say it.” Aggie tells you her thumb brushing against your urethra as she smears the cum down your shaft.
“Mommy- I need it. Only - only you can give- p-please!” You beg and it’s everything this witch wants.
Lifting off of your back she rolls onto the ground again and kicks off her pants and underwear, then snaps the band of your gym shorts. You hear the fabric break from her strength. Her hold turning into a fist on the fabric, yanking them down as your cock comicly flops out, heavy and ready. It’s angry - you’d never touched yourself right. Like he didn’t belong to you, and now here she was - your cocks true owner.
You both scramble too fast into position to get to touch again - Aggies on her back legs spread ready for you.
You hump like a dumb dog, because thats what she does to you. Your hips moving without understanding aim.
“Mommy-I.” You try stupidly and she grabs you by your balls and guides you ontop of her.
Lining your cock head up to her entrance, she’s dripping, sexually frustrated for so many decades. Unable to play the game anymore.
“Come on Puppy, be mine.” Aggie is high from dominating you, making you a mess like this.
You sink inside of her wet pussy and the two of you lose your mind. You can’t slow, and Agatha can’t let you go, ever ever again.
Her arms sling around your neck, locking your body against hers.
As you thrust into her as though your life depends on it, it’s a back breaking pace. Agatha’s scream is powerful enough to rip a hole in this universe.
Her magic cracks like a whip in the air, finally letting go of all that pent-up anger.
You bite ner neck now, matching the bloody inprint on your own flesh, and your witch scream turns so high it’s silent.
Mouth open - she’s gone, and your thrusts bruise her - but you can’t stop.
Her wet heat squeezing your cock like it was molded to fit inside of her.
Your teeth break skin, the blood hitting your tongue changes the chemicals.
Prey drive.
You growl as though you are rabid, sick on the scent of your woman.
Aggie isn’t afraid, your her beast.
Your fucking is clearly heard above, skin slapping, wet cum leaking below you already.
The magic is a high, the blood is a high, you and Agatha together is physically shaking the earth.
Moving it with the force of your love.
“Cum inside, cum inside of me.” Aggie begs, and you can’t remember why that could be a problem. Your mind is clouded, the taste of her blood the squeeze of her pussy - it’s all consuming.
You pant and whine and lose your mind as you shoot load after load after load, smelling your sex’s mixing together. Only do you realize that you must release your bite when Agatha’s not breathing, she’s cumming so hard, squirting all over you and the dirty floor.
You unhook your teeth from her collarbone and neck and she inhales. It’s wet but it brings her back.
You are for once happy the pain is given to your love, reminding her not to black out.
The squelching noises of fucking and suction leaves you both in a trance.
You aren’t sure how many times you came, not sure if Agatha spoke again.
Your body is home.
In the chaotic sea of Agatha.
You settle ontop of her, covering her in cum, pressing your sweaty body into her.
You blink a few times tring to convince your animal brain to not press all your body weight onto the woman.
But Agatha grabbed your bareass and your hips accidentally push the cum against her cervix again and she lets out a throaty groan at being so full.
“Don’t move, stay here.” Agatha commands and you untense your shoulders, happy to stay.
“Agatha I-”
“Shh, not now. Don’t say anything.” Her hands stay on you, not allowing you to run from this. You can’t find the desire to do so.
You don’t mean to fall asleep, but dreams take you and with them memories you can’t deny.
The memory morphs into dream into memory over again, you fall deeper.
Rio had her hands around Agathas throat as you fucked her from behind. You hadn’t made it far from your meal, from the town.
You’d sluaghtered a rude farmer, sorta accidentally. Rio had found you drenched in blood ontop of his corpse some of his intenstinal meat on your chin.
Rio had wiped at your face but your blood lust was too great.
You weren’t there, you bit at her fingers as she tried desperately to bring you back.
It was Agatha who found you fighting Death who fell to her knees and began to lick your cock.
Like a snake charmer, she could change you in an instant.
“That all it takes huh little black shuck behave?” Rio rhetorically asks the class. Grabbing Agatha’s hair and yanking her off her knees to lick the inside of her mouth. The taste of you on Aggie’s tongue still.
You yelp and grab at the witches hips.
“That’s it, open your legs Agatha. Feel how big she gets for you?” Rio taunted lifting the salem dress up to her waist, bunching it as you give no warning. Your cock thrusting in the air until Agatha guides you inside her mouth dropping open from the pain and pleasure of the stretch.
Rio makes Agatha hold the dress so she can play with her clit.
“She’s gonna cum inside of you again, Agatha do you feel her?” Rio’s so horny from the sight Agathas hand goes lamely to Rio’s cunt, fabric moving quickly aside.
The two of them kissing and rubbing each others clits too hard, too fast, bruising soft flesh.
You fucked Agatha from behind, unable to stop, scent of blood and cum filling the small home.
You’d made love primal and sadistic in the dead farmers shack of a home.
You came to four days later, not remembering exactly how you’d gotten there. But somehow laying in the middle of Rio and Agatha covered in cum and stale blood. You knew even in your cursed mind - you were safe with them.
You jerked awake only to realize you’d missed time again.
How hard it was to miss time.
But had Agatha done it to you?
Your body had changed; morning had come and gone.
Rio was in front of you, and you inhaled slowly - recognizing her scent.
“There’s my soft paws, you are okay. You weren’t gone long I promise.” She whispered in the basement, low enough that you could hear another heartbeat.
Your eyes dart around and Agatha is sound asleep half ontop of you, your face pointed towards the door for intruders.
But you hear her heart pick up - she’s pretending to sleep. Maybe even enjoying your dream with you. Sexy fucking witch.
Aggie’s fingers grabbing at your fluffy shoulders, and then releasing her hands flexing comfortably.
You turn back to Rio, who’s dressed in sweatpants sat criss criss-cross in front of your snout.
“The coven went home, your fucking momentarily ended the arguement. Jen says she’s scarred for life. I think you broke a few windows.” Rio’s hand moved to the base of your right ear and scratched at it nice and deep. Then taking your left and petting down to your chin.
You tilted your head into the hold. You can’t deny them anymore.
“You havin dirty dreams it seems,” Rio arched an eyebrow and you closed your eyes in response, not wanting to talk about it.
“You know makeup sex is great and all, but uh - does this mean we can move you out of the basement?” Rio questions and Agatha answers, never one to be out of smart ass answers.
“I’m not fucking on this basement floor again, that's what it means. My back can’t take it.”
Your tail wags without your knowledge, but both of your wives immediately notice it.
“We could bring you to a real mattress if you promise both of you won’t turn feral fuckin again?” Rio eyed a naked Agatha.
Long gone the young witch who cared about nudity in the woods. This witch had no issue with how gorgeous her body appeared to others, nudity be damned.
You thought about being feral again, and fear corses through your body. The idea of accidentally eating someone comes to mind.
“We have metal chains, and I brought a muzzle.” Rio wiggled her eyebrows.
“Now that’s an idea.” Agatha smiled into your fluffy back.
You make a low unsettling growl at the idea of a muzzle.
“You’ll be so cute with a muzzle though, you bite too much.” Rio laughs and talks in a baby voice to you.
You wish you could give the finger. Agatha’s hand pet up and down your ribs and you hated how good this felt. Rio rubbing behind your ear and Aggie tickling your ribs.
“Such a scary dog you are. You think you can behave upstairs?” Rio questioned and tilted your head again then pushing it against her face. Death kissed your soft head.
“Murderous dog turns into lap dog with sex and pets. That’s what the stories should have been. Come on, I’m not sleeping down here, floors uncomfortable as shit.” Rio stood up and held out her hand for Agatha who took it stretching and grimacing at the ache.
You lifted off the ground, paws dirty from the floor.
“You’ll get a shower again in the evening. I’m not trying to wash you with the bucket again. That sucked, come on.” Rio spoke to you, and Agatha held onto your left ear as you loafed alongside her.
Following Death up the steps to a domestic home, you blink a little, coming to with the light of the afternoon coming in.
The place was fully furnished and lived in, a few mugs of tea and snacks left out from the coven being there.
You sniff at the air but Rio pulls at your scruff.
“Yeah, yeah guard dog, you can sniff the place and everyone's butts later. Come upstairs already.”
Agatha yawns and you three pad up another set of stairs to a bedroom that smells of them both.
Theres a huge chain bolted to a floor, as well as the smell of those herbs Death had before to cuff you. To keep you from hurting everyone.
You shift backwards but Rio uses her knee to push at your rump so she can close the door.
“Ignore her my sweet, Rio, is just cranky because she didn’t get to fuck. Come on puppy, come on the bed.” Agatha says her arms in the air as she winds her hair up into a messy bun.
“I mean you guys weren’t exactly subtle. Then you left me with the coven - that was rude. I haven’t gotten laid in a long time either.” Rio rambles and you yawn too. Jumping onto the bed, the frame creaks, then breaks collapsing to the floor.
Rio and Agatha both make a face of displeasure but you do one circle two, and then three. A superstition, one for Agatha, one for Rio, and one for Nicky.
Then you plopped down your full weight on the bottom of the bed.
Not domesticated, yeah that fuckin turned quickly. This was embaressing really.
“Nu uh, move up.” Agatha told you yanking the blankets and you let out a sigh. Not about to listen to her.
Rio brings the muzzle over and you lift your nose and then show your teeth.
“Hey, nobody wants to be the one to put a muzzle on their wife. You think tonight me wants to hear how much you hate this thing?” Rio said holding up the metal muzzle that you were for sure not gonna wear.
But Aggie wrapped her arms around your thick dog neck and guided you backwards further into the pillows where she was going to sleep.
“Shhh you are a brave pup, you put the muzzle in. We won’t do the chain, close your eyes and we’ll all hold each other, okay?” Agatha offered.
Rio tried not to visibly react to how good that idea sounded.
But as you allowed the witch to guide your giant wolf body back against the pillows, you found you didn’t much care about the wire muzzle Rio tenderly put.
“I don’t think she needs it, look at her.” Rio whispered to Agatha as if you couldn’t hear it.
“It’s so she doesn’t eat anyone, and we don’t care if she does - but she does. Put the muzzle on and get in the bed already.”
You don’t look, you can smell the change in Rio. Her panic, wondering if this was really happening. If maybe she was getting to be with her wives again. Still she had questions and tried to voice them;
“I thought you we-”
“Shut up, Rio get in bed.” Agatha said flipping the light off.
You grumble and lick your lips as you lay upside down, legs in the air. One naked witch, and now a naked Death on either side of you.
You were so big your paws and tail trailed onto the floor of the room, your giant shoulders taking up too much space. In all honesty you should be curled at the bottom of the bed.
You were the size of a fucking bear in this queen bed.
But Rio and Agatha’s naked legs through over yours, and you tried not to get turned on. There faces falling into your thick fur. Your eyes closed, jowls lulled to the side. You felt your witch sigh, her barebreasts against you as she fell back into your dreams with a loving;
This is a pretty short lil animation so there's not too much for me to say about this character, but Skelly lives a peaceful, domestic life with his partner Aldo, except for on the full moon, when he transforms into a vicious werewolf. Well, not too vicious. He still has a soft spot for Aldo even in his wolf form, but he's certainly rambunctious and will happily go out and kill neighborhood animals if he manages to get out of the house, so Aldo tends to try and chain him up for everyone's safety.
Too bad Skelly is a master at the puppy dog eyes, and often gets let go so he can get up to trouble anyway. Ohh Skelly.
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There is no nuance button, if your answer is some variation of ‘I would if X’ then the answer is yes.
For the entire month of June, I drew 16 Queer ships & couples from my favorite series, movies, webcomics, and short animated films for Pride Month🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
