Lux Calida

The tension in Madison Montgomery's room was thick, palpable, and in a frenzied mess of flying clothes, the witches found themselves naked and staring at each other. Madison, feeling bold and perhaps a bit vengeful, kissed her lover roughly, fists finding thick curls and wrenching her to the ground in less than a flash.

"Heel, bitch."

Misty, taken utterly by surprise, stared up at Madison, eyes smoldering with wrath and offended pride... And arousal.

Burning, undeniable arousal.

She allowed herself to be dragged to the bed by her hair. On all fours, no less.

"Good girl," the starlet murmured with a smirk. "Now get up on the bed. But stay on your knees."

The Cajun opened her mouth to protest, but with the aid of Madison's Concilium skills, was made to grudgingly oblige. She'd take her vengeance later. For now, despite her caustic gaze and feigned reluctance, she was a needy, willing puddle of submission.

Madison joined her kneeling on the bed, running hands over the dip of Misty's back all the way down to the back of her thighs, before lightly scratching her way up to her hips. All thoughts of resistance long forgotten, the woman arched her body, popping her perfect, round ass up enticingly.

"You've been a bad girl, Swamp Bitch," she said softly. "A very bad, slutty little girl."

""Mm, have I, now?" the feral witch murmured, glancing back over her shoulder. "I s'pose you're gonna punish me then?"

The girl's hands continued their gentle, hypnotic roaming, and Misty hung her head and closed her eyes, entirely unprepared for the loud spank that followed.

With a startled yelp, she flinched hard, snapping her head up.

Madison only chuckled. It hadn't been a particularly hard slap. Even in her current dominant position, she didn't quite dare to find out what would happen if she actually hurt or displeased the powerful witch bent over in front of her. So, it was a love tap to start, just sufficient to get Misty's attention.

Suddenly in the mood for a bit of a gamble, she pulled her dainty hand back, slapping once, twice, three more times, each harder than the last, until she'd pressed her luck far enough and the Cajun finally snarled a low warning. Madison cocked her head and smirked.

"Oh, did that one sting?" she murmured, smooth and sassy. "Poor baby."

The wild witch opened her mouth to snap back, but was immediately distracted when her lover bent to soothe the red handprint with a series of velvet soft kisses. Instead, she purred, leaning into the girl's touch.

Full lips traced a path to the apex of Misty's thighs and blew a gentle stream of warm air over her slick womanhood. Direct as ever, the starlet dragged her tongue firmly up the length of pink of flesh, licking from her clit to her ass and back again, delighting in the sinful sounds falling from the woman's lips.

Satisfied that Misty's pussy was thoroughly soaked and aching for her, Madison pulled back to admire her handiwork. Placing a hand on each hip, she pressed herself against the woman's firm rear. After a moment, she gave a frustrated growl.

"You're too fucking tall.." she muttered, standing up off the bed and pulling Misty's booty with her. From her improved angle, she resumed her grinding, uttering an appreciative purr when the woman pushed back into her.

"Fuck, Maddi." Soft and breathy. "That's so hot."

It went this way for a time, the girl experimenting with changes of tempo, of pressure, all acompanied by Misty's rocking hips and coarse words of encouragement.

Eventually, this endeavor became too much of a tease, and it was time to get down to business. She stepped back, giving that butt a parting slap.

Misty turned over on her back, scooting up to the head of the bed. Once she was comfortable and settled, she leveled her stormy gaze at Madison.

"You waitin' for an invitation?"

"No. Just wondering what you look like when you beg."

Misty grinned.

"Well, don't hold your breath, sugar. I'd just as soon finish myself instead."

The girl scoffed, hands on her hips.

"Bullshit."

"Mm, wanna bet?"

With that, the feral blonde's lids fluttered shut and she ghosted a graceful white hand down her neck, between her breasts, over her belly, sighing when she reached her destination. Madison watched as deft fingers danced and pretty toes curled, as turned on as she was indignant that she'd been denied.

Moments passed, and the starlet broke the silence.

"Misty.." she said in a voice so small, she surprised herself. It was almost a plea.

want me. need me. please.

The woman opened her eyes and looked at her, mischief playing behind her lust-glazed stare.

"Come on, Mads, you ain't gon' miss all this over that silly ol' pride of yours, are ya?" she rasped. "Don't let it go to waste, darlin'. I'm all juicy."

Madison shivered imperceptibly, before rolling her eyes, true to form. But she smiled huge, transmutating from where she stood into Misty's waiting arms and kissing her with all she had, before grabbing her wrist and sucking her fingers clean.

She shifted to lay alongside her, hooking one leg over Misty's and pulling her open, kissing on the woman's neck as she went.

"I want you, Misty Day," she whispered, fingertips running up and down over a strong, creamy thigh, barely flirting with the edges of more interesting territory. "Do you want me?"

"I'm here, ain't I, honey."

"Say it. Tell me you want me." There was a pitiful note behind her seductive tone, just a trace that no one would have noticed. Misty, infinitely perceptive, heard it without trying.

Determinedly controlling the wanton twitch in her hips coaxed by Maddi's wandering hand, she placed a kiss, tender and firm all at once, on her forehead.

"I want you, Madison. Of course I want you."

"Damn right, bitch. Now, hold on."

With that, she slid two slender fingers in to the hilt, setting a fast pace and reveling in the groan that came from the swamp witch's perfect little mouth.

"Ohmylord!" she ground out between pants. "That's right, get after it!"

The girl grinned and bit her lip, and the fluttering behind her sternum was back in full force. She'd worry about it later. For now, she was a study in pure, rock solid focus, fingers working skillfully, hazel eyes memorizing every detail of her face, watching, waiting for Misty's magic.

There it was.

It started almost imperceptibly, like a change in the atmosphere, like sensing a storm in the distance. First came the warmth, gentle, inviting, but steadily growing to fever pitch as the light danced once more beneath Misty's alabaster skin.

The starlet worked her busy fingers, changing the angle suddenly and curling them up at the end of the stroke, and Misty squealed and...

Sparked..?

no way, you're seeing things.

She tried again, digging on the curly blonde's G-spot, and no, she wasn't seeing things, the woman actually sparked, real-live honest-to-God literal sparks shooting from her lower belly and all over her chest.

"Holy shit," Madison breathed, fascinated by this new discovery.

Misty, a vision in gold, bucked and wailed and streamed sweat, and as she reached her peak, took Maddi's face in her hands and urged her to her breast. The young witch, curious and hungry, took a luminous rosy nipple into her mouth, never ceasing her expert work between the woman's legs.

When the first shower of tiny micro flares peppered her tongue, hazel eyes rolled back completely, a shuddering moan escaped full lips, and she sucked harder, desperately drinking in this new ecstasy. Misty's sparks tasted like fire, like ice, like every good and beautiful thing that ever existed on Earth or in Heaven, and suddenly the warmth coming from her glorious body began to pulse inside of Madison as the powerful, wild witch was overcome by her orgasm.

The girl pulled back, releasing the hard peak from her mouth with a pop, heat flaring inside her and extremities tingling, watching the woman's chest heaving dramatically. It was only then that she remembered to be afraid.

what are you?

She startled further when Misty sat up abruptly, still glowing with blinding intensity. Her blue eyes, now backlit by her internal illumination, shone with brilliant color, like stained glass windows in the morning sun.

"Hurry, Mads, before it's gone," she murmured, pulling her to straddle her lap. "I can't hold on to it forever."

"M-Misty, wh-" Her trembling words were cut off by the pad of a finger against her lips.

"Shhh.. don't fear me, child."

Her tone was sweet. Her stare was earnest. Together, they were somehow deeply unsettling.

But with Misty on the move again, there was no time left to ponder.

She ran her scorching fingertips down the throbbing veins of her lover's pale throat, pausing to roughly squeeze round breasts and tug on erect nipples, smiling at the answering squeal, before wrapping a strong arm tight around the young witch's back to support her in position.

"Eyes on me, darlin'," she rasped, rubbing and teasing Madison's dripping pussy.

The girl complied with a groan, perfectly flat abdomen jumping when Misty pushed two fingers inside her, filling her with impossible pleasure and scorching heat as her fears evaporated from her mind. She rode hard, sinking her perfect nails into Misty's shoulders, hissing and whining at the burning intensity of it all.

The Cajun lavished open mouthed affection all over her long neck and flushed chest, vigorously thrusting into her, driving her magic deep inside until the light that permeated her own being flirted under Madison's skin and hazel eyes glowed in green and gold.

"Oh my god," she managed between ever-escalating screams.

"Mm, not quite," Misty muttered with a smirk, before biting down into a delicate shoulder.

And that was enough. Madison shook and cried out like a thing possessed, she was full of the Devil, and Misty Day was her exorcist, holding her close as blinding, searing radiance poured from both of them.

When it was finally over, the girl drew a massive breath before slumping forward amd burying her face in curls, silent tears streaming down her face as the room gradually grew dim once again. They went down together, Misty on top with hands cradling Madison's head, lovingly kissing away every single tear as it fell.

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Pinned for a time under the feral blonde's comforting weight, Madison's eyes finally dried and her shuddering aftershocks ceased, and she gazed up into Misty's once-again dark blue orbs.

"Hey, sugar. You alright?"

Madison nodded.

"You- you should go."

Misty cocked her head to one side, creases on her brow. Madison pecked her once on the lips in a half-hearted bid to ease the sting. She couldn't bring herself to do more.

"Please," she added quietly.

The woman nodded hurriedly and sniffed once, before getting off the girl, gathering her things and wrapping herself in her shawl.

"Aren't you going to get dressed first?" she asked softly.

"Naw."

"It's- it's not you. I need you to understand that."

"Don't worry, Maddi. It's ok," she said, managing a weak smile.

"Thank you."

Her smile grew a hair, just enough to show her dimple, and without another word, she cautiously opened the door and crept away to her own room.

Watching her door click into place, Madison sighed, immediately regretting her request.

"Now what?" she whispered to herself.

you're addicted already. jesus. you're a wreck.

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Misty sat on the edge of her bed, rolling a huge blunt, muttering to herself as she was wont to do, a holdover from her solitary swamp life.

"Bring her deep magic, and she kicks ya outta her bed.."

She scoffed.

"Quelle surprise."

A knock at the door jolted her and she hurriedly hid the fatty, before making her way to answer it. Cordelia was on the other side.

"Hey, Miss Cordelia," she rasped with a grin, leaning against the doorframe with all the powerful grace of a jungle cat, poised to pounce.

"Hi Misty," the headmistress answered, a tiny smile on her pouty lips.

"What can I do for ya, Ma'am?" she asked, looking at her in a way that was anything but subtle.

Cordelia's gaze flitted to the shawl and the Cajun's bare legs. Her delicate brow furrowed.

"Um.. are you.. are you w-wearing anything?" she stammered slightly. "Under that shawl?"

Misty gave a pretty giggle.

"Why Miss Delia, I do believe I am nekkid as a jaybird under this here thang."

She laid the accent on nice and thick for Delia, knowing full well she loved the sound of it and not above using this to her advantage.

"Um. Oh."

"I was just headin' for the shower, is all."

Silence.

Cordelia's nearly black eyes snapped back up to Misty's face as she realized they'd been roving up and down, drinking in her favorite witch's barely concealed form.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt, Misty, I just- well, you didn't come down for lunch and you must be starving by now. Delphine just about has dinner on the table."

"Aw, Miss, ain't no need to apologize. Thank ya for thinkin' of me again."

Cordelia nodded and chuckled lightly.

"I don't know about you, but I'm beginning to detect a common theme for my visits to this room."

Misty smirked and bit her lip.

"Well, any time you wanna catch me in the nude or talk to me about eatin', I guess you know where to find me."

The headmistress flushed deep red, searching for an appropriate response. When her mouth had opened and closed and nothing was forthcoming, without so much as a word herself, the curly blonde stepped brazenly into her personal space, and when she was close enough that she could feel the woman's body heat and practically hear her thumping heart, she placed a hand on Delia's cheek and pressed her lips to the other side. Innocent enough, it seemed, but she lingered just a little too long and kissed just a little too firm and too close to the corner of her mouth. The woman's breath hitched noticeably, and when Misty lightly nuzzled her ear and husked out a positively velvety "Thanks again, sugar. I'll be right down," all she could do was stand with her plush mouth hanging open.

The wild witch, seeing she'd won this round, grinned and quietly closed the door in Cordelia's face and padded back to her bedstand.

"Delia, honey, what am I gonna do with you," she muttered, retrieving her blunt and taking a deep hit. "Bet ya could use some of this shit."

She giggled at the thought of smoking up prim and proper Headmistress Foxx, subsequently choking on her lungful and dissolving into a coughing fit.

As she regained her breath, Misty pondered both the shattered girl and the broken woman, whether her presence at the witch house was simply a case of being in the right place at the right time.

Or whether perhaps the deep wounds on their damaged souls were the source of the inexplicable, magnetic draw she'd felt to leave the bayou and join the coven at Miss Robichaux's.