I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster (Chp1)
Re-Editing Small Creatures - Chapter 1 : Mommy & Daddy Kink / Nursing Kink / Binding Familiar / Century old Marriage / AggiexRioxReader / Age Play Elements / 11k words / Kinky / Mental Illness Talks / Possessive and Jealousy Kink / Witchy Wives / BDSM Inside / 18+ - Chp1 Journeys end in lovers meeting...
"Some stories begin with a gentle kiss, or an embrace; this story starts with pain. Because becoming, even as a witch - is never simple. ...."
Some stories begin with a gentle kiss, or an embrace; this story starts with pain. Because becoming, even as a witch - is never simple.
You hadn’t eaten in almost a week. You were so fucking weak. The ache in your bones intensified as you shrugged your bookbag over your shoulder. Right on top of the giant ugly mark. You didn’t touch it. Knowing it burned when you did, as though it didn’t belong to you.
You huffed, slugging out of the library. Absent mindedly fingering your pocket for your keys. They had a little pentagram keychain on them. You’d always loved the dark arts and magic. Which is what you were researching in the library this evening.
But now it was really, really late. The librarian liked you and let you stay as she closed up. But it was almost midnight, and you looked around you carefully. Being smart, you’d parked under a streetlight. But creeps were common near the library, and you put your keys in between your fingers tightly like claws.
You never even saw it coming. Two gorgeous women walked up to you, and you smiled, noticing something predatory in their eyes. That’s when they grabbed you. Something was injected into your neck, and you went down like a sack of potatoes.
Waking up, the first thing you noticed is that your body didn’t ache like it used to. It still hurt, but not the common hurt. Rolling your shoulder, you tried to stand only to notice you were tied down. A chair? Something hard underneath you was cold and unsettling. That’s when you realized the rush of air on the tops of your thighs, on your chest. Oh shit you were naked.
A laugh came from somewhere else, almost like a cackle. A witch's cackle, if you could really describe it. The bag was pulled off your head. You blinked in the low light. It felt dingy and dark, and the candlelight was the only thing that illuminated the two older women.
“Who the fuck are you?” You asked, trying to focus on facial features. So that you could later tell a sketch artist. You wiggled and thrashed, but your hands were bound, and so were your feet. The two were gorgeous women.
“Easy, easy.” The woman with blue eyes and long hair said. She cooed at you like you were her wayward child. Her hands came over to your restraints, and she rubbed where you were making lesions come.
“You are going to hurt yourself, bunny.” She whispered mostly to herself. What kind of weird ass trouble were you in?
The younger woman came over and put a hand on your stomach. You tried to wiggle away again.
“Stop. Don’t touch me.” Your fear rattles loosely in your ears.
“I’m not going to hurt you, mi amor. I’m just checking.” She traced her hand over the large tattoo you didn’t remember getting. Must have been drunk you always thought. You noticed her smile as if she could read your mind and thought it was comical. She put her hand over the ancient runes. Then came up to check your pulse under your jaw.
“What did you do to me?”
“Aggie was afraid her magic might be too overwhelming, and that cunt did a number on you. We wanted to take you back where it’s safe before we lift the spell.” The more sinister woman says like it’s all reasonable.
“Oh..I get it you are nuts. Why am I naked? You two are perverts?” This time, the older woman seemed to come to her senses.
“We could be described that way. But we wanted to check you for other markings.”
“This is new.” The younger woman said to the older who looked down at your ankle. There was a tattoo of a purple and white broach. The one that matched what the older woman had around her neck. And a skull with vines wrapping around it.
“It must have hurt something awful. We didn’t give you permission to mark yourself without us, angel.” The older woman traced the image with her fingers. You felt something spark inside of you, deep and dark. Both women grabbed one knee carefully.
“You missed us, too.”
“Listen, besides being stripped down, there isn’t an actual offense yet. If you let me go, I’ll never say a word.” You tried to reason with them. You were lying and they ignored you.
“Should we start?” The overly touchy lady asked, and the woman with dark disposition nodded. They both put their hand on the side of your temple. This was not your average stalker then? Had you accidentally fallen into a cult or two adults who loved the 90’s movie ‘The Craft’?
“This may hurt, superstar. Stay conscious, though.” The blue-eyed woman was being so gentle, not at all like Buffalo Bill.
“We are going to hypnotize you.” The second woman added. “You don’t remember, but you will mi corazon.”
They whispered in Latin - you’d studied Latin. But what was it they were saying? You felt your body start to convulse. It hurt, it hurt so bad. Like something was being ripped through you. You begged them to stop. But they both anchored you down, chanting. Your eyes felt like they were gonna pop out of your head. Blood came out of your mouth. You whimpered. You heard their words suddenly in your head. Chanting and memories started to flood your senses. The pain was excruciating.
“Stoppp..pp-please.” You can’t understand what type of hypnosis causes pain like this, but it seems endless
Just as you felt like you were going to pass out. You heard the soothing voice of the older woman. Worried but strong.
“Do. Not. Fall. Asleep.” The command did nothing to ease your pain.
Then she chanted again with the other woman. You coughed blood, and you whimpered.
That’s when you saw it. Everything, a life lived. A love that time itself stood still for. Death, carnage, art, so much travel, so many decades. Such tender caresses by candlelight.
At the root of all of it. Them. Rio and Agatha. Your life together, centuries. Just as you were about to fall asleep, you heard someone yelling your name. A faint scream and then black once more.
Waking up once again in the chair was less surprising this time. You blinked and saw Agatha's eyes clenched shut as she fought tears. Rio was on her knees holding her. The two clung to each other. Like a buoy in a chaotic ocean.
You blinked and felt that your eyes were wet. Your mouth had the taste of blood still in it. You moved and spat some out onto the floor. Looking down, realizing you were on a pentagram. The sound of you brought them both out of their haze.
Agatha stood, and Rio was about to run to you. But Agatha stopped her. Not sure if it was simply wishful thinking that they can see inside your mind now. Maybe it was a cruel trick of the spell.
“Do you remember who you are?” She whispered, her voice cracked a tad.
“I’m a witch?” You whispered, blood dripping down your chin.
“And?” She pressed.
Rio’s hands flexed like she was dying to hold you.
“I’m…” You mulled over the word and tried to find it. Your body felt lighter. The scar on your shoulder was throbbing.
“I’m a witches familiar.” You remembered. The two women started to smile real genuine smiles.
“What happened?” You questioned unsure on how the fuck this all came to be.
“What else are you?” Rio asked, looking down at your empty hands.
“I’m married to you and Agatha. Have been for c-centuries.” You choked, and the two burst forward and wrapped their arms around you.
“We love you. So much.” Agatha showed a rare display of terror and vulnerability. You could count how many times she’d said that. Whatever happened, she’d changed.
“Guys, um, I’m tied to a chair.” The monotone ease in which you joke brings comfort to all of you.
“You didn’t always mind that.” Rio chuckled and brought her sleeve up to wipe the blood off of your chin.
“You are in so much trouble.” Agatha laughed and wiped her own nose from the sniffles from crying.
“What happened?”
“Baby steps, mi amor.” Rio said, though you knew it was probably Agatha who’d instructed them to start slow.
“My magic..where did you-” The power hit like a drum inside you.
“It’s ok. You are safe. No one will ever tear us apart again.” Agatha shushed you.
You closed your eyes, and you saw the red head.
“Scarlet witch.” You whispered. Only to be shushed again by the older witch. Rio brought out a knife and cut the rope. You realized it was enchanted. They had done the ritual and were scared your magic would become volatile, and you’d hurt yourself. You tried to stand, but your legs were like jelly. Rio steadied you by grabbing your waist. Agatha bent down and untied your legs. Rio rubbed her calloused thumb over the slight bruising on your wrist. It started to disappear with her magic.
“How l-long.” You stuttered, suddenly freezing. Rio and Agatha were bound to you, you remembered the ceremony. They could read your thoughts without even using their magic. So Rio conjured a blanket and wrapped it around your shoulders.
“Years.” She answered, and Agatha stood now as you were untied. Rio wordlessly scooped you up bridal style and walked you up the stairs. Tears flowed now from your eyes. Remembering the homes you’d lived in, their love for you, the life you’d forgotten.
The sun was blinding when you got out of the basement. Closing your eyes, Agatha moved the blanket tighter over your bare chest. They brought you to what looked like the master bedroom. Pulling the covers back, magically, Agatha moved the three pillows on the bed, and Rio lay your tattered, broken body down. The pain of the ritual stung still. Rio moved to the closet. Agatha lay down instantly beside you. You closed your eyes and cried out in pain.
“Shhh, my angel.” She quickly unbuttoned her shirt and unclipped her bra. You felt something warm on your lips. Looking now, she was offering you her nipple. Memories flooded your mind of nursing on her for hours.
“But..”
“We both need it. Don’t deny Mommy. You are skin and bones. You did not take care of yourself in our absence. That is a conversation for later. Now be my good girl and suck.”
You moved your mouth away but she brought her hand to the back of your skull. Blood still lingered on your tongue but you opened your lips and slowly took the first suck. Only to be flooded with milk. It tasted so, so good, like home. Agatha sighed, content for the first time in years. She moved your hair out of your face so she could see you.
Than placed your leg up to wrap over her own hip. Pulling you closer, trapping you possessively. She played absentmindedly with your hair. Untangling the ends of it. Rio finally emerged with purple wool socks and a small vile of something. She walked to the side of the bed and gingerly put socks on your cold feet. Knowing you entirely too well. She hesitently handed Agatha the vile.
“You need to take this. It will help the ache baby girl,” Rio said. Then she stripped down to her boxers. And climbed in behind you. Putting a possessive hand on your stomach. You felt the runes tattoo tingle. Sighing, you unlatched from Agatha’s breast, and she tilted the vile into your mouth. You gulped it down and grimaced.
“I know it doesn’t taste great. But it’ll help.” Rio kissed your shoulder and stated. You gulped it down and then felt Rio’s naked body press closer against your back. You shivered, and your scar pulsed. Her nipples hardened against your back. Warm stomach against you.
“We’ll take care of that later,” Rio commented in your head.
“Come back to me.” Agatha soothed, and you took her other nipple in your mouth. Sighing now at the same time as Agatha.
“Good job, baby.” The older witch cooed. Rio started to hum and you felt your eyes drift close. Then Rio placed a finger to your temple.
“It’s ok. You are safe. We will never leave your side again. Drop mi amore. On the count of three.”
You groaned, not wanting it.Not wanting this to be a dream. Something that you wake only to be alone again.
“You need sleep,” Rio stated sternly, not liking your fight.
“1..2..sleep baby.”
For the third time, your mind went dark. Finally, good sleep took you, deep, deep sleep.
You woke to the smell of coffee. Rolling over, you felt a warm body. Your eyelashes fluttered open to see Rio with a newspaper and steaming mug.
“Look who’s joined the land of the living.” Death teased you.
“Can I have some of that?” You nodded towards her mug.
“That’s not how you ask for things. You’ve been a brat since we kidnapped you. Forgetting the rules so quickly. We weren’t gone long enough for you to forget your manners.” She stated sternly.
You leaned in and kissed Rio’s lips slowly. Before pulling back to see her eyes darken. Her lips slightly puffy, so delicious.
“Daddy, may I have some coffee?” You bat your eyelashes innocently. She smiled so big you thought her cheeks might hurt.
“A sip shouldn’t hurt you, don’t tell Mommy, Ok?” She tries, knowing the rath she would have to deal with.
You nodded and lifted yourself up a little to the cup. Just then, the door swung open. As if the cosmic divine mother was taunting you. So much for coffee.
“Fuck.” Rio cursed. Spilling a bit of coffee on herself while moving the cup quickly away from you.
“What in the world do you think you are doing?” Agatha’s tone was sharp and left no room for lies.
“My sweet wife…”Rio tried only to get a hardening glare.
“Do. Not. We talked about this, Rio.” Agatha’s sternness makes the room colder.
Rio had the sensibility to look a little ashamed. As Agatha took off a t-shirt that you were sure belonged to you a few decades ago. She rounded to her side of the bed and slipped under the covers. She pulled your body against hers and shoved her nipple in your mouth once again. Your fingers reached her ribcage as you held on and sucked.
“We said milk until she’s back on her feet. That was the deal. You knew better.” Agatha chastised Death. Rio hummed in agreement and then put her paper and cup down. She pulled the covers off of you. You whined against the nipple, but you couldn’t release because Agatha’s hand pulled the back of your head closer.
“Easy, bunny. Daddy’s checking your vitals. Don’t move.”
Rio slowly caressed your ribs.
“You did not take care of yourself while we were gone. Between that and the ritual, you aren’t in the best of shape.” She told you and Agatha, who shook her head in anger.
“Fractured ribs, some internal bleeding, but the potion stopped it. She dropped so much weight.” She whispered the last part to her older wife. She brushed over your left hip, and you gasped and then giggled at the tickling sensation.
“Always were ticklish right there.” Rio smiled and kissed your spine.
“Milk to get your strength back up. Then solid foods. I already brewed more potions while you were out.” Rio reached into her nightstand and brought out a small jar. Dipping her fingers in and rubbing it between her hands before bringing it to your hurt ribs and rubbing slow circles. She whispered something to enhance the warming balm.
“Feels good.” You whispered and then Agatha brought your head back to her chest to suck. The other breast leaked a little begging to be sucked.
“How are you, mi amor?” Rio directed her question at the syphoning witch. Who groaned as she felt your hot mouth against her.
“I’ve missed the feeling of her nursing so much. It’s so good. Everything I missed.” She whispered to Rio as your eyes closed.
The two of them lulled you into a calm state. You didn’t sleep even though they both wanted you to. Afraid they’d disappear. Rio closed the lid of the jar and pulled the sheet over you now. Not wanting you to get cold. But not wanting too much of the gel to come off. You pulled back from the abused nipple.
“Read to me, Daddy?” You asked only for the two women to smile.
“What would please my little one?” Rio asked, and you pointed to the paper.
“Alright, close your eyes and I’ll read.”
The three of you spent the day like that. In the sheets in very little clothes, reading and tracing patterns lazily on skin. Agatha made you nurse every two hours. But you weren’t complaining, even if it may have been overkill, their coddling. You all missed this. You woke again from a nap to find both women on either side of you wrapped tightly around you. Their fingers locked together, placed possessively on your hip. You slowly moved their hands off of you. Trying to be as quiet as possible. You went to the bathroom in the hall.
Washing your hands and running your wet fingers through your hair. The cold felt nice. Your socked feet were quiet as you padded down the stairs and took in the house for the first time. It wasn’t a house that the three of you had bought.
You must have been in Westview. You vaguely remembered staying here for a while before Agatha told you it wasn’t safe. You moved..you remember the painful time. You found a sweatshirt that smelled like Rio on the back of a leather sofa. Throwing it on as you moved to the kitchen. Everything was tidy, but it was comforting seeing the witches in every space of the house.
A drawing of you was pinned to the fridge. You smiled and moved to the backyard. Pulling the sliding glass door, you found the beginnings of Rio’s work. She’d taken over the garden. Your socked feet felt at home in the dirt. You moved to the small green house and took in a large oak tree. She was building a long bench swing on it. You knew it was for you. Your fingers played over the wood to see that someone had carved your three initials in the tree.
“Gone, but not forgotten.” You whispered, taking a deep breath of fresh air and wincing. The sunflowers were your favorite, and they lined the greenhouse. You were in every decision just like before. You looked down at your hand, noticing you didn’t have your wedding ring. That would have to be rectified. You shivered when a breeze caught your bare thighs. Moving back into the house, you found your bag on the chair. A few things were out on the kitchen table. Notebook and a few sticky notes. They’d gone through your things. That made sense.
You pulled out your phone. Seeing missed messages and emails. Sighing, you pulled out your laptop but than a yell came from the bedroom.
“WHERE IS SHE?” Agatha screamed, and you heard two pairs of feet running down the stairs.
Both found you quicker than you could respond. Their faces stricken with fear.
“What do you think you are doing?” Agatha snapped harshly.
“Checking emails?” You tried playing dumb, knowing that they’d hate waking up without you.
Rio looked around the house, her knife out to fight. Ok, maybe they had a little PTSD you thought.
“You bet we do,” Rio read your mind and answered, lowering the knife.
“Upstairs. Now.” Agatha’s veins in her hand flexed.
“But-“ you pointed to the laptop.
“Now.” Agatha’s voice boomed. Your knees turned to jelly as you got up. Slowly tripping over your own feet. Rio scooped you again as you tried to say you could walk, she shushed you.
Bringing you back to the bedroom and gently tucking you back in bed.
“I feel a lot better.” You tried.
“Nice try, even with our bond weakened, we know when you lie,” Rio answered, opening a window for air to reach the bedroom. You sighed, and Agatha kneeled on the bed.
“Up.” She instructed, and you raised your arms up so she could pull Rios's sweatshirt off you.
“I saw the garden.” You tried to start giving Rio a compliment, only for Agatha to growl.
“You went outside?” She seethed.
“Only for a minute.” You defended.
“We need to restate the bond before you even go in the backyard. Nothing can happen to you again mi amore.” Rio tried, seeing her wife losing her temper. Agatha was fuming with anger and fear. She took deep breaths. You’d not seen her this scared in centuries. That was one of the reasons she’d pushed you to be their familiar. She needed control, to keep you safe.
“Sorry..” you squeaked. Agatha took a deep breath and pushed you with her fingers back to the bed.
“If you leave this bed again without one of us, I’m going to tie you to it. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mommy.” You knew her weakness as she sagged against you. Missing hearing that title out of your lips. She pulled you on top of her. Your pubic hair brushed against her thigh. You tried not to moan and move but she held your ass.
“Punishment later, don’t move.”
Rio walked to the bookshelf and pulled out a book she knew you’d love.
“How do you feel mi corazon?” She watched as the sunlight from the window streamed in across your bare ass. You looked like a cat in the sun.
“Better, can you two fuck me now? Cement the bond again?” You tried lamely. Rio chuckled at that.
“Not until you heal a little more.” Agatha cut off Rio aggresively.
So that’s how they spent the next two days. You in bed, nursing and being read to, until finally you were led down the stairs into the living room.
“Tv?” Rio offered, and you nodded.
Agatha levitated three mugs to the sofa.
“No coffee?”
“How about a ‘thank you, Mommy, for tea?’ We can go back to just milk.” She warned, and you gulped. You loved milk but were excited for tea. She read your mind and handed you the mug.
“Careful, it’s hot.” She told you and you hummed as you smelled the tea Agatha had been making for centuries. A blend of Chai rooibos. It brought back so many memories. Rio was looking through Bohners VHS selection and found the right one and smiled. Working the TV wordlessly. She brought over a heated blanket plugging it in and sitting to your right. Bringing it across your lap carefully.
“Can I get a shirt?” You tried only to get a united ‘No’ from both women. Still very naked.
“Got it.” You said and Agatha pulled your hair back into a bun. As you sipped the tea carefully.
Rio put Peter Pan on and the blue screen and white castle roared to life.
“No horror movie?” You said surprised at Rio’s selection. Knowing it was for you. They wanted you to sink into that headspace.
“You are too small.” Rio said putting her feet up on the coffee table.
“For Chucky?” You teased only to get a lifted eyebrow from Agatha. That shut you up.
You downed your tea faster than you meant to. The two of them eyeing you every now and then. Rio kept an arm on the back of the sofa resting her hand on Agatha’s neck.
Your head was on Agatha’s chest but your feet were on top of Rio’s legs. The heated blanket helping the dull ache. Your bare ass on the sofa cushion was comfy. Agatha kept her arms around you, tighter than necessary. Not able to believe you were back yet.
Around the time Tinkerbell was dying, Agatha motioned for the remote to skip the part of the movie she knew made you sad. But before you could lie and say you were tough. Your phone started ringing. The three of you jumped at the sound. You pushed the blanket off and before Agatha could catch you you went to the kitchen table and picked it up.
“Hello?” You answered and the two women came into the kitchen to listen.
“Darcey, no- no, I’m completely fine. I’m sorry I missed lunch….. Yeah, I’m sure you got real lit.” You laugh at the idea of her.
The two woman looked at each other with jealousy flashing through their features. Rio mouthed to Agatha ‘friend?’ And Agatha whispered, ‘her heartbeat skyrocketed.’
“So did ours, we weren’t expecting that call.” Rio defended you.
“Listen Darcy, I’m going to be really busy this week. Can you tell Monica I can’t come to her conference?”
The two listened desperately wanting to know what the fuck was happening. Who was Monica?
“No, I promise I’m not going into one of my depression spirals.” Your hand came up to rub your forehead. The tension coming back.
Agatha’s jaw clenched so hard Rio thought her teeth must hurt.
“Easy..” Rio whispered to her.
“No, I didn't go home with a stranger.” You stated annoyed.
Agatha snapped about to snatch the phone, but Rio grabbed her hard around the waist to stop her.
“Darcy I can’t explain right now. I just need you to trust me. I’m eating and I’m good. I promise. ….you checked on me in my apartment. Yeah no I’m not there.” You chew on your fingers anxiously.
Agatha bit down hard on Rios neck, to retaliate. “Let.Me.Go.” She warned.
“Give her a minute or her friend will be suspicious.” Rio tried to reason.
“Like I care? I’ll burn whoever Darceys is, world down if she touches our baby….”
“Relax. It’s not like that.” Rio says reading your mind even though Agatha was too jealous to listen to reason.
“Ok yeah. Love you too. Gotta go.”
The term of love enraged the older women.
Agatha used her magic and brought Rio to the ground before she could block and came up to. You hung up the phone fast and put your hands up in defense.
“You…love her?” Her jaw clenched.
“Darcy is just a friend. We never were like that.” You try to reason only to get a growl. You fall to your knees just as Rio stands shaking her head. Holding the place Agatha bit.
“Mommy.” You say as you see her breathe heavy. She loves it when you call her that. You grab her hand kiss her knuckles quickly and bring it to your temple. “Look.”
Her eyes flash purple and she searches. She knew you’d never be able to orgasm without her or Rio. She specifically wrote it into the bonding spell. But she needed to know if you had feelings for another. Looking, she saw Darcey but only kind friendship intentions. She took another deep breath and brought her hand to your chin. Then she pulled you up and kissed you hard. It was searing and the bond flexed under her ministrations. Biting your lip and tasting the blood. She moaned, and you grew impossibly wet.
Rio wrapped her arms around Agatha. Putting her chin on her shoulder.
“What did the human want, love?” Rio said as Agatha focused on calming down. Agatha was breathing heavy. Her face flushed.
“She was worried because I haven’t been responding. She went to my apartment but obviously I’m not there. Darcey is completely harmless. She just was worried.” You repeat bringing your hands to Agatha’s hips. Then leaning in and kissing her collarbones. One of your favorite spots. You felt her warm skin and tried not to moan.
“Our wife bit the shit out of me.” Rio pouted trying to ease the tension.
“You don’t even bleed.” Agatha said a little sharper then intended. Still coming down from her jealousy.
“You are right. It turned me on.” She admitted.
You laughed and kept kissing along Agatha’s throat. She tilted her head to give you more access. Then your hands came up and your thumbs played with her hardening nipples. You felt a bit of moisture and knew it was milk. Then you did moan. And Agatha’s head fell back to Rio at the sound. You noticed Rios hands descending down to Agatha’s underwear. Moving the fabric aside she circled her clit. Then Agatha bit her lip and her hips bucked.
“Shall we move this to the sofa?” Rio teased and Agatha shook her head.
“No. Bed.” Your witch snapped her fingers and the three of you were naked and in the bed. So much for slow revealing of skin, Mommy needed more.
You moved quickly down to Agatha’s thigh inhaling the scent of her pubic hair. She smelled so good, musky and like home. The only home the three of you had ever known. Agatha’s magic tied your hands behind your back. You moaned at the tightness.
Rio whispered an incantation and then she had a leaking cock.
“Where do you want me Mamacita?” She directed at Agatha. Who was flushed more than before. Before she could answer you sucked her clit hard. Letting your tongue work under the hood.
“Fuck.” She grabbed your hair and pulled you back.
“You are never in charge, angel. You know better.”
“Mommy, you taste so good.” You let your tongue drop and a bit of saliva fell onto her. She hissed at how sexy it was. The cool spit hit her clit.
“Agatha.” Rio reminded her that her leaking cock was still there.
“Fuck our girl from behind as she eats me out.”
Rio did not need to be told twice. Her bare cock was hard and warm and slipping up and down your folds. Hitting your clit with every pass.
“Mommy, Daddy please. I’ll be so good for you. Let me touch. ” You begged and Agatha and Rio wordlessly communicated. Agatha released your arms.
“Feast on Mommy. You have a punishment in store.” Rio reminded you.
You dropped your elbow and wrapped them around Agatha’s creamy thighs. Pulling her close and you devoured her. You drank and sucked like she was the only fluid you’d be getting in the desert.
She bucked and screamed, not believing that after all these years your mouth was still so good.
“Mommy isn’t gonna last, is she, sweetie?” Rio teased and then slapped your ass. You moaned, sending a rip tide over Agatha. Whose veiny hands grabbed the bedpost. White knuckles clinging on.
Rio slapped your cunt now.
You screamed into your mommy.
“Our sweet girl is home,we waited so long. Didn’t we Mommy?” Rio spanked you again, and you shivered.
Agatha gasped and moaned.
“Our darling is never leaving again.” Agatha groaned as your tongue entered her.
Another slap hit your left ass cheek.
“You didn’t take care of yourself. You abused yourself.” Rio slapped your cunt and your eyes closed.
“You belong to us. You knew better than to treat yourself this way.”
Tears threatened to fall. Agatha wound her fingers in your hair.
“Open your eyes baby girl.”
You obliged and you saw her tears rolling freely.
“We are going to rebind you to us. You belong to us. ” Her hand fell on top of your scar and you moaned eyes rolling back.
Rio slapped your right ass cheek and cupped your sex. You tried to grind onto her hand but she kept you still.
“Mommy runs the show. You know that.” Rio mused as you tried to hump her hand. Agatha cackled at the sight.
“You are never leaving us again. Our sweet girl is home.” Agatha's voice cracked when she said home.
Rio leaned against you and stuck her fingers in Agatha's mouth so she could taste you. Agatha moaned pornographically at the taste. Agatha’s nipples we’re leaking now. Rio squeezed one breast and milk shot out onter your face.
Rio cackled, and Agatha bit her lip. Loving the sight.
“Fuck our baby, Rio.” She instructed and Rio tried to contain her excitement. But she was already starting to stretch you. Her fingers pushing. You don’t wipe the milk off your face, letting it sit there erotically.
“How long has it been? Since something was inside you?” Rio gritted her teeth as she asked. Trying to keep control as she felt your velvet heat.
“I bought a sex toy, but I couldn’t…” It’s the truth and they can see it.
“The bond wouldn’t let you cum.” Agatha finished for you.
“I had dreams, so many good dreams of you but never enough.” Rio couldn’t hold back and she bottomed out hitting your cervix. You gasped but went back to sucking Agatha’s cunt. The room echoed with slapping and suction noises. All wet and heat vibrating. Your magic sizzled under the surface. Purple gleaming over your skin. Agatha watched it cover you enamored. Like you were her favorite thing in the whole world and you were doing exactly what she wanted. The love she felt shining in her eyes.
Rio held your hips possessively. Careful still of your ribs. But her pace was brutal. You brought one hand down to your clit, and Agatha growled again.
“No touching what doesn’t belong to you.” She chastised as Rio moved your hand away. You groaned desperately.
“Saw the way the librarian looked at you,” Rio said making Agatha curl her toes when you sucked especially hard.
“No one can touch you, do you understand?” Agatha repeated the sentiment before Rio could finish. You nodded into her cunt and then sucked extra hard. She ejaculated a little into your mouth and down your chin. Cursing to the heavens and almost breaking the bedpost, she clung to. Her back arched off the bed.
“Aggie-” Rio whined at the sight; she wouldn’t last much longer. Not with the feeling of you clinging to her.
“Do it Rio, Cum into our baby girl.”
The sound of slapping filled the air and you cleneched down hard on her and closed your eyes. Agatha tsked and you opened them.
“You aren’t allowed to cum yet.” She told you as you felt Rio shoot her load into you. Quickly pulling out much to your dismay. She stuck her hands in the white cum and then put her fingers out for Agatha again. Who sucked the fingers tasting her two wives together. She held Rios hand happily as she cleaned off the fingers.
“On your back.” Agatha instructed you, and you flipped, wincing at the pain. Rio’s hand found your forehead and wiped away the sweat and milk and moved your hair.
“Are you in pain?” Rio straddled your hips carefully so she was on top of you.
You shook your head.
“Do not lie to Daddy.” Agatha warned her voice terrifying and you winced again.
“My back….” You murmur seeing there’s no reason to try to be tough here.
Rio’s hands move quickly as she felt around.
“I feel it.” She told Agatha more than you. She whispered words of comfort and the pain eased.
“S’good.” You whispered your hand coming up to grip her bicep.
Agatha grabbed Rio’s knife off of her beside tabel. Cutting the length of a scar on her palm to re open it. She fingered the blood and drew a rune on your neck. You gasped and squirmed.
“Easy little one.” Rio held you down. Your hand went up to touch the mark but Rio pinned your wrists to your sides.
“It’s hurt for so long. That feels sooooo good.”
Agatha chuckled happy at the sight. You decided to play dirty, needing to cum so badly. You lifted your hips to try to buck Rio off and when that failed you wrenched yourself up and licked all the way up her throat. Rio humped your stomach, letting out an ‘ahh.’
“Little girls who can’t follow the rules get punished.” Agatha chastised and you let out a whine.
“You’ll feel so so good in just a minute princess.” Rio tried to soothe you. Her tongue came next to Agatha’s bloody rune and she licked her rune next to it.
“Mind, body, soul, all ours,” Agatha whispered and kissed the spot, inserting magic. You screamed as you felt your neck start to break open. Blood started to seep out and the two mouths found your neck and sucked like vampires.
You tried to scream your right hand tapped Rio. Who didn’t let go. It was too much you were going to…and that’s when you came and to your embarrassment you squirted all down the bed. Then you blacked out.
Opening your eyes a few moments later, Rio was sitting up in bed, you were between her legs as she had a warm washcloth cleaning your thighs and your sopping raw pussy.
“Good, I was worried I was going to have to wake you with magic.” Death chuckled, a little cocky at seeing how hard you came for her.
“I don’t hurt anymore.”
“Bond is solidified. No more pain. No more hurt” She told you grinning. “Can you stand?”
You nodded not totally knowing if you could. She helped you steady yourself as you got up and took a few steps. Not feeling weak and frail like before. You could feel Rio and Agatha in your mind fully now.
“We missed you in our head too.” Rio kissed your head as you both walked to the bathroom. Agatha was still naked and turning the shower on. You were happy to bathe after a few days of blood and bruises. Agatha opened the door and kept one hand on your arm to make sure you didn’t slip. You put your face under the stream and let the hot water wash over you. Rio smirked loving the sight. You looked down at basket of your favorite rubber ducks. Wondering momentarily if they had played with another little one…
“Never.” Agatha said as she pulled you against her aching breasts. It had been a minute since you’d nursed and her chest was tight.
“How could you ever think such a thing.” Rio teased gently as she closed the shower behind her. You moved so they could get under the water, but both their hands didn’t allow you to move far as soap was quickly run over your sore form.
You closed your eyes as the two worked over your tingling body with precision. Steady, strong hands washing you like it was the most natural thing to them. They washed themselves quickly as they kept you close.
They shared a long open mouthed kiss as you kept your eyes shut in a dreamy state. Hearing them make out always made you wet. You felt yourself starting to sink, though.
Your thumb slowly made it’s way into your mouth. Agatha broke the kiss and moved your thumb out of your mouth. You whined but neither of them chastised you. Rio opened the shower and the three of you stepped out. They wrapped you in a towel. You opened your eyes to see it was a big little kids towel that had a dog on it.
Rio pulled the hood up and you had ears. She chuckled and kissed you slowly. You wrapped your arms around her. The water dripping off the two of you. She broke the kiss, and you tried to put your thumb back in your mouth. Only to have Agatha take it out again. She brought you over to the bed. She lay down next to you and pulled you so you were under her. She brought her breast to your mouth and you happily sucked again.
She groaned at the release, putting her hand out behind her as Rio hands her a brush. Moving the towel, she brushes your hair and you close your eyes.
Rio changes into sweatpants and a tank top. Bringing Agatha new underwear and shorts. She tried not to move you as she helped Agatha into the two bottoms. Agatha blew her wife a kiss as she continued to brush your hair. Milk trickled down your lip. Agatha wiped her thumb over the spot. You gulped harder and her chest strained. She didn’t stop you though, loving the pull.
Rio opened another drawer and pulled out a pair of panties with tiny purple bow and butterflies on them. Pulling, them over your legs and up your hips. She safely secured them and patted your still sensitive pussy.
“Good girl.” She whispered and grabbed one of Agatha’s purple tank tops and you broke free from nursing. Agatha’s eyebrows furrowed in irritation at the moment. But Rio moved so that you had your Mommys tank top.
“When did you buy these undies?” You looked down seeing the little bow on the top. Making you feel something deep in your gut.
“A while ago. We saw them and thought of you sweet girl.” Agatha said finishing brushing your hair she pulled a hair tie from the drawer and pulled the wet hair into a messy bun on your head.
“We have other goodies too.” Rio responded and you rested your forehead against the middle of Agatha’s chest. This made both women women furrow their brows. Agatha didn’t like that you weren’t nursing.
“Little one?” Rio tried but you just let out a groan. Agatha pulled your head back from her chest to see your eyes closed tight.
“If you tell us whats wrong it’ll be much easier than us digging in your beautiful head right after the bond.” Agatha mused keeping both hands on your cheeks.
“How long before you woke up did you come find me….” You opened your eyes seeing the slight dumb look on both of their faces. You made a clicking noise with your mouth and before Agatha could react you rolled off the bed and let out an ice cold laugh
“Must not have been that important right? Easy for you to play with someone else forget about your stupid silly little familiar.” You rounded the corner so fast and slammed the door. Knowing that you were probably being overly sensitive but your upset flared and you felt the connection as they both panicked. Running after you as you made your way into the kitchen and through your phone and computer in the bag.
It was probably the bond magic still upsetting you - but you didn’t care. Now that the ugly thoguht had planted you coulldn’t forget it.
“I’m an idiot.” You said and the two burst down the stairs.
“Stop, Bunny, what the hell? Where do you think you are you going?” Agatha’s intense gaze was heavy on you.
“Away from here.” You mumbled and you felt their upset and fear.
“Little one stop.” Rio tried putting her hands up and coming towards you. “Let us at least explain.”
“No.” You said only for Agatha to use her magic. You fell to your knees.
“Let me go.” You fought the bonds but they were strong.
“You aren’t going anywhere we just got you back.” Agatha’s voice broke and you saw her grip her heart like it was breaking. This was new.
“Agatha had years under the curse with you. I searched for you and the scarlet bitch hid you fucking really good. So I found Agatha. We walked the road. As soon as her powers were back we were able to use our joined magic to find you.” Rio said it as fast as she could to break your stubborn demeanor. Her hands were shaking, you were scaring Death. Agatha’s jaw was clenched to the side and she was breaking down quickly. The panic they felt was drowning inside you.
“The road isn’t real.” You stated but Agatha shook her head. Tears welling. Her mouth opened and closing in agony.
“Maximoff’s offspring made it so. You know we aren’t lying to you. You can feel when we lie.” Rio tried her voice coming out broken.
“Was someone else here? In this house?” You asked.
“The coven Agatha and Billy formed that’s it. Baby that’s it. ” Rio answered.
Your eyes squinted at them, disbelieving even though you knew it was true.
“New underwear, new toys…no one else?” You whisper it in the space, feeling their pain mixed with your own.
“Never, never ever.” Agatha breathed out and gasped choking on her fear.
“Ok.” You say simply, but your knees are shaking.
“You can’t do that. You can’t leave us. Do you understand? Not now not ever. We would never…” Agatha couldn’t stop it she fell to her knees and released you from the magic. She let out a cry and Rio dropped down to hold her. You crawled over the floor and sat in Agatha’s lap. As Rio rocked the three of you. Agatha’s tears continued to flow.
“You can’t ever.” She repeated the mantra. You reached up and held her face and kissed her. Feeling, her tears run down your cheeks now. You opened your mouth and she stuck her tongue inside and sucked. You made out slowly with love in each kiss. Rio kissed the side of Agatha’s forehead over and over.
“Wherever you go we go. That’s the rule.” Rio whispered to you. You nodded and kissed Agatha’s neck as she stopped crying.
“Don’t ever threaten that again.” Agatha said sternly. A pale ghost like look on her face. You nodded and kissed her cheeks.
“We couldn’t continue…” Rio agreed. She was still shaking, and you threaded your fingers with hers.
“Milk and movie?” You asked trying, to end all the upset. A tad guilty for pulling the fit. Rio pulled her fingers through Agatha’s hair and raised an eyebrow. The older witch nodded. You all got up. Both their hands were on your back protectively as you walked to the sofa.
“Mi amor, do you want some tea?” Rio asked seeing Agatha compose herself again. She nodded and kissed her. Before sitting on the sofa you moved over to the VHS tapes, and her leg twitched like she was ready to jump up and grab you if you headed to the door. Afraid you’d changed your mind.
You noticed and kneeled between her legs. Grabbing the leg that moved.
“I’m sorry. I’m not going anywhere. I already know I’m quitting my job and breaking my lease. I’m not going anywhere.” You repeat it, though Agatha resembles an animal ready to pounce still.
“Yes, never.” She whispered closing her eyes like it hurt too much. You kissed her knees and then moved back to the tv. Finding The Little Mermaid and turning on the tv. You set it up and Rio walked in with two mugs, handing her wife one and sitting behind her. Agatha leaned back into Rios embrace. You pushed Agatha’s chest a little and she looked at you ready to take back control. But she laid back further and you straddled her hips. Agatha leaned forward and stripped her shirt all the way off and tossed it to the armchair. Before doing the same to yours. You laid down with your chest against her belly. You licked her nipple appreciatively before she could punish you for teasing you started to suck. Her fingers found your hair and held you tight. Taking a very deep breath, like all her worries were beginning to melt away.
Rio reached for the remote and started the movie. Smiling a little at your pick, knowing you hadn’t broken the rule and picked horror.
You watched two more Disney movies and stayed cuddled the three of you on the sofa. The sun set and you noticed Agatha had fallen asleep. Obviously, the whole thing being emotionally exhausting for her. Mixed with the resealing of an ancient magic bond and great sex. You noticed Rio looking at you now.
“Does she still have an enchanted basement? I mean I saw it a little.” You asked eyes raking over the older witch. Studying her long hair.
“Do you know a place we lived where your Mommy didn’t have an enchanted room?”
You both chuckled and Agatha stirred. Rio put her finger up to her lips to remind you we needed to be quiet.
“What else did you buy?”
“Well,” she whispered eyes looking up to remember it all. “I picked out the underwear obviously. We went and found some toys, stuffed animal bunny that you will see soon.” You smiled and so did she. “I tried to get your Mommy to buy a pump and some bottles but she refused, of course.”
“Of course.” You could totally see that argument.
“Few pacifiers so you don’t suck your thumb, just like we remembered you tried.”
You realized you’d started to put your finger in your mouth as she spoke. Dropping your hand you shook your head and tried to deny and she raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t go lying now. Or you won’t get to see the presents. The rubber duckies were my idea. I rember you playing in the bath in the Vermont house. You used to make a mess of the floor and your Mama and I couldn’t get mad because you were having so much fun. Agatha had fun picking your clothes. I grabbed some shoes so we could go on our long walks when you are feeling better. Agatha read every label for nutritious snacks after I tried to fill our cart with junk food.”
You put your hand over your mouth to stop the laugh because you could definitely see that scene. Agatha moved again and you slowly got off her. She reached out to grab you but you grabbed a blanket and put it on top of her.
“Little one…” Rio whispered aggressively as you got up.
“I’m not going far.” Your reason, not comforting Death in the slightest.
“Where are you going? You are going to get us both in trouble.” She said over her shoulder as you grabbed Agatha’s tank top off the armchair and put it on. You reached the kitchen and found the snack cabinet. Finding Rio’s favorite tortilla chips and pulling them down you opened them as quietly as humanly possible. Then you came back to the living room and saw Rio watching you. You reached in the bag and fed her a chip. She grinned maliciously at you as you fed her another one.
Then tried to be quiet while scurrying back in the kitchen. You started to pull out pots and pans looking through the fully stocked pantry. Opening the fridge, you felt two hands fall on your hips. You jumped even though you immediately knew it to be Rio. Only lady Death could be so stealthily quiet. She pulled you against her, and you felt her arms wrap protectively around your chest.
“Since when do you cook?”
“I’ve been alone for a few years now ya know?”
“No wonder you are so skinny.”
“Hey I cooked a lot!” You defend trying not to let Death see the memory of you burning a frozen pizza while they were gone.
“Mmm, ya know who’s job it is to cook in this house?”
“Marlon Brando?” You resond too fast.
A swift slap came on your ass. She’d used her powers and it felt like a belt had hit you. She held you as your knees buckled.
“Try again mi amor.”
Your knees weaken too fast to pretend that didn’t turn you on.
“Fuck, Daddy. It’s Daddy’s job.”
“Good guess.” She bit your ear and you put one hand out to the fridge to hold on.
“I thought Daddy’s job was to fill my soaking wet pussy?” You teased and ground your ass back into her cunt.
“That’s definitely my job too.” She kissed the claiming mark on your neck and you grew even wetter.
“Sit on the countertop.” She breathed against your ear. You moved out of her warm embrace and hoisted yourself up. Rio pulled out a veggie pot pie she’d made. You grinned, she knew you loved her recipe.
“You two thought of everything.”
“Almost everything. We came to you as soon as we found you. You know we did.”
You solemnly nodded knowing this discussion would come back.
“I hurt you and Aggie today,” you bit your lip. A thing that always made Agatha put her thumb over you lips. She didn’t want you to hurt even a little. Not unless it was something she controlled.
“You scared us. But that’s another conversation.”
“What happened on the road.,.Agatha is…”
“She’s changed.” Your tone is quiet, a strange new idea taking root.
“A lot.” You looked over at her sleeping form.
“She’s still your wife. Still your Mommy. Don’t question that for a second. As soon as her power was back you were all she would think about. She knew without her magic she wouldn’t be able to find you. Wouldn’t be able to protect you.”
You look down at your sock-covered feet. Feeling a little guilty.
“We need to talk about Darcey and…Monica?”
“Yeah Monica, I’m guessing you need their socials and addresses?” You half teased and saw Rio smirk at you. Knowing she didn’t need it, she was Death.
“Are you sure of their intentions?”
“Like… are we friends or..” You tilt your head in confusion.
“Do they mean you harm. I am always in your corner mi amor. But Agatha isn’t just going to let you roam free tomorrow with your gal pals. We know that.”
“I haven’t had mortal friends in forever. Kinda haven’t had this problem in a while.” You tilted your head to the side.
“She’ll let you breathe if she knows you will respect the rules and always return. That’s always been the deal.”
“Even now? Did you see how today went down?” You accused.
“Little one, she’s never lost you like that before. Neither of us coped well.”
“PTSD,” you stated, and she nodded. You took your hair down from the bun and scratched your scalp. Bits of it stll wet from the shower, they chill the back of your neck.
Rio started to prepare a salad for herself and Agatha. You leaned over the kitchen island and waved your hand over a group of half melted candles. They lit from your magic and you felt it crackle through you. Rio watched you move and felt your thoughts churning.
“So the apartment.” Death started.
“You’ve been?”
“I broke in.” She corrected, you didn’t like that idea one bit. It was embarrassing, really.
“Oh.”
“You knew we were going to talk about it.”
“It was hell for me. A familiar without her witches… it hurt all the time. But I felt crazy because no doctor knew why.” Trying to explain.
Rio nodded and took out a cutting board to cut the tomatoes.
“You were never meant to be that far from us. I need to know you are safe.”
“I am.”
“That apartment looked like hell. I don’t believe you.” Rio said sternly.
“I will be.” You corrected.
“I’ll take that. But I need to tell Agatha what I found.”
“You haven’t yet?”
“Did she seem like she could handle it?”
“Daddy never keeps things from Mommy.” You whispered absently bitting your thumb now. Rio came forward and moved your hand and kissed you.
“My job is to always protect you two. She couldn’t take that apartment just yet. We needed you home first.”
You nodded and kissed her again. Rio pulled after a moment back and sighed.
“We are going to watch you like a hawk for a very long time. You know this?”
“When didn’t you before?” You joked but Rio shook her head.
“It’ll be worse. Different in different ways.”
“Ok I u-understand.” The guilt and panic thrashes around your mind but you don’t have long to dwell on it because your tummy grumbles. Rio chuckles softly and asks you a question she doesn’t need to say out loud;
“Ready for dinner?”
“Should we wake her?” You twist to see your wife still passed out, she was dreaming. You could feel them. The three of you were in Salem and you were picking flowers for her. It was such a tender dream.
“That’s the most pleasant dream she’s had in ages. Let her sleep longer.” Rio reasons, but something in her dark eyes seem haunted.
“She’ll be pissed when she wakes.” You remind her, not wanting to be in anymore trouble.
“I’ll take the heat. Show me what you were working on.” She motions for the computer. You smile and grab a plate of pie. The next hour Rio feeds you, not allowing you to use a fork yourself. You don’t comment on it. As you show her the research you’ve done on witchcraft. The deities the mother supreme. You sat on her lap and she looked over your shoulder at your work.
She takes a bite of her food and chews slowly.
“What?” You ask feeling her question bubbling in your mind.
“No death?” She shrugs.
You smile at her display of vulnerability. She wanted to be in your research.
“All roads lead to you.” You kiss her cheek.
“I like you little one. Knew I’d kept you all these centuries for a reason.” Rio smirked at your continuous kisses.
“It’s because you like fucking me.” You teased even though you both knew it was so much more.
“Oooh I forgot.” She flirted back keeping one arm around your waist so you couldn’t wiggle away. She kissed your shoulder.
“I was in the library looking for more info on covens.” You said bringing one of your notebooks closer.
“I wouldn’t talk about the library for a while.” Rio said slowly.
“What why?”
“Neither of us liked the way the old crone was staring at you.”
“She’s a harmless little old lady.”
“Hey it’s your butt that’ll be spanked if Mama gets jealous not mine.” She reminded you and you absently rubbed your butt. Rio tried not to cackle at the sight.
You both stopped as you felt rather than saw Agatha wake up.
She moved slowly, her hair a mess, into the kitchen. Seeing the two of you at the table warmed her heart. But she didn’t say anything. Moving to grab a glass of water she walked over to the seat next to Rio. Pulling you off her and onto her own lap. Rio didn’t say a word but moved the twin salad over to her wife. Who picked up Rios fork and started eating. Agatha kept her arm around your waist like Rio had done. Not lettting you go far.
“How long was I asleep?”
“Few hours.” Rio said moving over to close the laptop and stuck it back in your bag.
“What did you two get up to?” She said feeding herself another forkfull.
“Feeding the little one. Was seeing the hard work she’s doing on her research.”
“Witchcraft research?” Agatha asked and you moved closer to her and nuzzled into her neck. She held you protectively as she ate.
“She’s got a great set of documents. Couldn’t have been easy to find without your Mamas library.”
You nodded into her neck.
“Did our little girl get shy all of a sudden?” Agatha asked pulling your hair back behind your ear.
You nodded feeling needier as it was getting darker out. Agatha took the last bite of her salad and pushed the plate away.
“You have two more bites mi amor.” Rio reminded you. You shook your head. Agatha tsked you but didn’t move your body. Not denying you the affection she also craved.
“Milk?” You asked tentatively.
“That can be arranged special girl.” Agatha answered. Thanking Rio in Spanish for the meal. Rio nodded and flicked the dishes into the dishwasher. She grabbed your phone off the table and motioned to go upstairs.
“Sofa?” You asked but Agatha wrapped you in her arms. Pulling your butt against her and lifted you up so you were wrapped around her. One hand on your ass and the other on the back of your head.
“Time to go upstairs.” She told you and you nodded sinking deeper into sub space. The three of you made your way upstairs and Agatha crawled into the bed. Bringing you closer. She let you start to nurse as she flicked her hair over her shoulder. You felt her heart beat with your hand. Then your hand grabbed hers. She let you explore wordlessly. Seeming to just want to soak up moments with you. The skin contact was everything. But your fingers found the cut on her palm. It was already closed. The one she’d opened for the bond. The scar remained though, enchanted.
You released her nipple and she winced. Not liking it one bit. The cold air was not the same as your warm wet mouth.
“Does it hurt?”
“No baby. Its our mark. I wear it proudly.” She kissed your head and you went back to sucking. You didn’t see Rio but she yawned behind you and crawled into the bed. Kneeling and kissing Agatha nice and slow. The two got lost for a moment with their tongues dancing for dominance. Your hand let go of Agatha’s. The two broke the kiss and looked down at you. You reached over to Rios boxers and felt your phone. Taking it back, Rios fingers twitched ready to stop you. But she stopped herself instead. Agatha watched closely as you opened the phone.
“What are you doing?” She asked as she put her hand on your stomach over the runes. They tingled as she traced them.
“Texting my landlord that I’m breaking the lease. Quitting my job…”
“We can do that tomorrow.” Rio reminded you.
“I don’t want to spend another night there. Or day at work…I just want to be here with you both.”
“Like we were ever going to let you leave bunny.” Agatha reminded you as her nails softly scratched at your chest. She played with your nipples and you bit back a moan.
“Don’t you dare hold back a moan. Those are for Mommy.” She bit and sucked on your neck. Leaving large purple hickies. You moaned openly and the phone dropped on the bed. Rio picked it up and sent the text. Putting it in her nightstand.
“No more phone.” She said but your mind was already buzzing from the hickies. You obediently spread your legs.
“What a perfect little slut.” Rio teased and moved your underwear to the side. Collecting your arousal and then licking her fingers.
Agatha was on cloud nine as she felt you bucking up into her.
“Rio, go get the plug for me?” She asked and Rio jumped off the bed and into the closet. Your eyes blew with arousal.
“We need to train your holes again bunny.”
You nodded and bit your lip. Agatha moved to her bedside table and grabbed a binkie.
“Open for Mommmy.”
You listened and she popped it in and you sunk deeper into subspace.
“That’s it. No more big girl thoughts. All mine. Let Mommy take it all.” She kissed the binkie and then went back to bitting your collarbones. She moved down to your nipples and sucked them roughly.
Rio came back and smiled at the sight. She moved behind Aggie gave her a lubricated small anal plug. It had “mine” written out in purple script.
Agatha moved a little to the side so Rio could join her. The witch moved and pulled Rios boxers down. You watched as Rio moaned as three fingers stretched her quickly. Agatha hit at a brutal pace. Then she removed her fingers as they were soaked. She brought her index finger to your asshole. And pushed in slowly. You hissed into the binkie but they held you firm.
Rio’s slick entering your tight hole.
“Breathe mi amor.” Rio reminded you as the two were in a trance watching the finger disappear.
Then Rio thrust two fingers inside of Agatha who moaned out at the intrusion.
Rio liked her idea, collecting arousal from Aggie to then find her spot next to the witch’s hand in your ass. Both of their arousal slick inside of your hole. Your wives fucked your ass slowly curling and rubbing your tight insides. You whimpered but didn’t say a word. In too deep, too needy to speak.
“You are so safe. So cherished. You have us.” Agatha pushed into your mind, spreading her love and desire.
You relaxed more and then their fingers were gone and the toy was pushed in. It was warm, they’d used magic. You relaxed your ass and Agatha pushed it in.
“That’s our good girl.” Your witch praise made your clit harden and twitch, ready to be abused again.
“Aggie I think our girl deserves a reward.” Death’s fingers aren’t letting up inside of you, as they make a home inside your asshole.
“She’s so small Rio. Look at how perfect she is.” Your wife knows what that does to you, like flipping a switch in your head. You are ready to submit so fully to them.
They beamed at you. Agatha placed Rio’s face lower to your pink pussy. Rio understood and used her forked tongue to slither inside of you. Your hips bucked, but Agatha climbed on top of you. To pin you down. Your hands found her hips and you grabbed on for dear life. Aggie brought one hand up to her breast and squeezed. Milk fell onto your chest. She used her fingers to play with it on your skin. You moaned into your pacifier, desperately needing to cum.
The three of you fucked for hours. Taking time to suck and kiss each other. So many orgasms and love filled the room.
Waking up it was almost sad to find the plug was gone. You missed the feeling. It was still early from the looks of it. The light just barely creeping out. You moved out of their warm embrace and shivered. Seeing them both reach for you. You brought their hands to each other and they settled.
Mischiviously opening Rios side table for your phone but it was locked with magic. You rolled your eyes. Then, grabbing forgotten clothes off the floor. An old sweatshirt and sweatpants. Making your way downstairs to brew coffee. Then you pulled your laptop, reading glasses and notebook. Going outside to the hammock and swinging your legs in to the cocoon in the fabric. Groaning at the good sore of your pussy. Your hips ached a little too.
Sliding your reading glasses up your nose, you started to type and watch the sunrise.
About an hour later you heard the door open. Agatha had her purple floral robe on. You loved that robe on her. You looked up and saw her with a cup of coffee you’d brewed. She was barefoot, padding her way over to you. You closed the laptop and set it on the floor. She took one last sip of coffee before placing it on the floor. You moved so she could slip into the hammock with you. You climbed on top of her and rested your head on her shoulder. She curled her warm arms around you and pushed the hammock so you could rock, the three witch’s - finally at peace
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