It had been six months since they had first seen each other, six months since Agatha had killed her coven, that night she appeared, coming out from between the bushes, agile as a gazelle and delicate as a flower, "beautiful" Agatha had thought at that moment. The face of that woman had captivated her, although deep inside her she knew that she was not a woman, but death taking on a human form. Agatha remembers thinking that that form was made by and for her. She was always so different, it didn't surprise her at all when she realized how much death attracted her, she didn't know her name, they had only exchanged a few glances and smiles. Agatha had killed more witches during those months, not out of necessity or desire, she just wanted to see her, watching how she took the souls of those witches who had just perished. She had followed each of her movements, always crossing her mind to get closer and touch her, to ask her to stay, but Agatha knew it was a stupid thing to ask, no one in her life had stayed with her, not even her mother, perhaps not even death itself would stay for her.
Agatha had just finished another coven, when she heard her, this time she had appeared early, normally she had to wait a little longer before seeing her, but today it was as if death wanted to see her as much as she wanted to see death. That's why Agatha couldn't help but turn to her.
-You came early.
-And you’re talking to me.
-Hey, no need to be rude.- Agatha said.
-I’m sorry, it wasn’t what I intended. But why talk to me after six months?
-I suppose I found some courage.
-You needed to kill those witches just to have the courage to talk to me?.- Death said laughing-. That’s very romantic Agatha Harkness.
-You know my name?
-I know many things, Agatha.
-And does Death have a name?
-It's Rio, Rio Vidal.
-Beautiful, it means “river of life” right?
-Yes, you know spanish?
-Just a little.
-You’re an interesting woman, Agatha.
-Flattery will lead you everywhere.-She said smiling to Rio.
-Why do you keep killing witches to see me? You could just ask for me, and I would come in a second.
-You would? For me?
-I've never let myself be seen by anyone. I was curious about you, you didn't seem to be scared, you seemed captivated, and it's a look I've never seen directed at me. I like the way you look at me, Agatha.
Agatha stared at her, searching for the lie on Rio's face, but she couldn't find it. It was so strange for her to have someone say something nice to her, something that wasn't cruel.
From this moment on, every two weeks Agatha killed a coven of witches and sat down to wait for Rio's arrival, condemned to work to help the souls that perished cross to the other side. Rio had never been an entity that enjoyed her work, but she had to admit that now doing it meant that she could see her, she felt happy every time the souls of witches called her, she felt them and she felt Agatha's power.
Every time they met, conversations flowed, laughter, and Rio began to enjoy the small touches and caresses that Agatha gave her, every time she did it she felt warmth at the level of where her heart should be.
-When you touch my skin, I feel ticklish here.- Rio says pointing to her stomach.- And I notice something strange here.- her right hand pointing to her chest.
-I feel it too, Rio.
-I don't understand it, I've never felt this before, Agatha, it confuses me.
-What does?
-This, you’re the first one who makes me feel like I have a heart, like I’m human.
-You’re very human to me, Rio.
-But I’m not, I don’t even have a heart, at least not one that beats.
-I can share mine with you, because mine already beats for you.
-What do you mean?
-What I mean by this is that you make my life worth living for, you’re the first one to show me for the first time in my life what love really is, and you aren’t even aware of the gift you gave me with this.
Rio looked at her, not understanding what she was saying. She knew what love was. She had separated too many couples at the end of their lives, taking the soul of one and leaving the other to navigate life alone, but she had never experienced it on her own skin, not until Agatha.
-Can I kiss you?.- Agatha asked
-I’ve never kissed anyone, how does it feel?
-Let me show you, please.
Rio nodded, she knew that if she had a heart it would be beating uncontrollably, Agatha began to approach her slowly, giving her time to move away, but Rio was not going to do so, a mix of curiosity and desire in her, She made her feel things she had never experienced and that scared her and made her happy in equal parts. Her lips gently brushed Rio’s, letting her get used to the feeling of having another person's lips on hers. Agatha's lips moved lightly over Rio's, and she began to respond little by little, a pleasant feeling ran through her body.
Slowly, the witch parted Death’s lips with her tongue, surprising her by letting out a noise she had never heard herself make before, a moan. Agatha's hands moved to either side of Rio's face, pulling her closer to her. She began to respond to the kiss, slowly at first, enjoying the taste of Agatha in her mouth, both tongues playing.
Agatha pulled away from her but kept her forehead resting on Rio's.
-How was that?
-I want to do it again. I want you to show me everything.
The witch smiled at her, grabbed her hand and pulled her into the forest.
-Where are we going?
-To my house, be a good girl and follow me without complaining.- said Agatha.
Rio kept her mouth closed the rest of the way, her gaze fixed on the witch's swaying hips, licking her own lips.
-How much longer?
-Eager are we?
-I don't like waiting.
Agatha laughed, ignoring her. A few meters ahead in a clearing, there was a cottage, simple, small but it had its charm.
Death, who had been the first green witch to exist, wrinkled her nose, there were no flowers decorating Agatha's house, not a single flower adorning it.
-What is your favorite flower?
-The Azalea.
The green witch waved her hand delicately, and Agatha's home was covered in Azaleas.
The witch looked at her house in wonder, her gaze shifting between the house and death.
- Can you do that?
- Of course I can Agatha, out of death, life.- she said smiling.-Never forget that.
-Rio this is just beautiful.
-A little color always comes in handy in a home, Agatha.
She smiled at death, as she had been doing for the last six months. They had been dancing around each other for months without realizing it, Agatha who had spent her life running away from her mother's attempts to kill her, avoiding death, now found herself next to her, caressing her, kissing her and falling in love with her. She never thought she could love someone, much less that this someone would be an infinite entity in time.
Rio approached Agatha and with her thumb she wiped the only tear that fell on her cheeks.
-Why are you crying, my love?
-No one has ever been careful with me, or done something like that for me.
Rio approached her and lightly kissed the corner of Agatha's lips, smiling as they parted.
-I have never felt what it is to be human, until I met you.
Together they went inside the house, it was small but cozy and had everything necessary to live comfortably. The owner guided Rio to her bed.
-Can I take it off you? - she said, motioning towards her clothes.
-For what? - she said, twisting her head to the side, confused.
-Do you trust me?
Death nodded and gestured for her to go ahead, that she trusted her, that she could allow herself to be vulnerable before her.
Agatha pushed her down carefully on the bed, placing herself on top of her, her right hand supporting her own weight, while with the other she left small caresses on Rio's side. Their mouths came together, both tongues caressing, exploring each other, swallowing each other's moans. She separated from her, leaving a path of wet kisses towards her breasts, her teeth gently biting her nipple while her hand caressed her abdomen heading towards her lower part, her fingers found themselves against Rio's wetness, a deep moan escaping from their lips. Her erect nipples were brushed and bitten with devotion, as if the witch was worshiping a goddess. She thrusted into her first with one finger moving it slowly, letting her adjust to this new feeling. Rio held her neck with one hand, pressing her closer to her breasts, her back arching as she felt a second finger enter her, a new wave of pleasure surprising her when a thumb began to caress her clit.
Agatha's mouth lowered with determination.
-I want to taste you.- she said, moaning.
Her tongue moved in circles around her clit, not paying much attention to it, enjoying Rio's sounds asking for more.
Her walls contracted violently around her fingers as she continued to thrust into her hard. Her clit, swollen from the continuous licking and biting, had a pulse of its own.
-I knew you were going to taste good, my love.- she said as she moved up to her mouth to let her taste herself.
Rio moaned as she noticed her own taste on Agatha's tongue, sweet and salty at the same time. A strange feeling began to settle in her lower belly. Her insides contracted as Agatha scissored her, caressing a spot that made her moan deeply.
-Let it go, cum for me like the good girl I know you are.
Arching her back, she came against her fingers.
With accelerated breathing she looked at the woman on top of her, who smiled at her with a hint of a smirk, she pulled on the back of her neck to bring her closer to her.
Rio swore at that moment that she never thought that her once lifeless body could feel everything she was feeling now, she was not human and she never would be, but next to her, she felt like one.
-I want to do the same to you, Agatha.
-Patience, darling, for now all I want is for you to let me use your body to cum.
-No, I want to touch you.
-Maybe you are death, but within these walls and this bed, I am in charge.
She placed her two thighs on either side of Rio, her wetness spreading over her belly. She held onto her shoulders and began to move quickly, feeling pleasure with the right friction against her clit, Agatha tilted her neck back, her mouth open, breathing and moaning deeply. Rio's hands went to her breasts, caressing them and pinching her nipples, two fingers from Rio's other hand entered her mouth, closing immediately against her fingers. Agatha's movements lost rhythm, her walls closing around nothing while she kept moving against the skin beneath her, seconds later she came against the skin of death itself.
Panting in each other's arms, catching her breath.
After that day, Agatha didn't need to kill anyone else to bring death, because it stayed with her, protecting her, loving her and making Agatha's pulse her own.
Years passed, both living together in that small cottage that had once belonged to only one person, now occupied by two.
Agatha had always thought she was a covenless witch, never thinking she would form one with a divine entity.
The relationship wasn't perfect, nor would it ever be, both with explosive personalities, Rio often had to disappear for sometimes long periods, and that always infuriated Agatha's possessive personality, which led them to have wonderful sex when death came home.
-You're late, again.
-Oh I'm sorry, my queen. Have I kept you waiting too long? - Rio said in a mocking tone.
Agatha took off her clothes, and sat on the edge of the table.
-On your knees, eat me, and make sure you do it right.- she said in a dominant tone.
She got on her knees too slowly for Agatha's liking.
Crawling slowly, licking her lips, the smell of her wetness entering her nostrils, making her skin crawl.
Her mouth placed itself on her lover's clit, biting it hard, making the witch let out a hiss.
-Careful, or I'll punish you.
Rio's tongue moved up and down, leaving open-mouthed kisses between her inner lips, she continued down until her tongue entered her, Agatha's hips moved against the woman’s tongue above her.
-I'm going to fuck myself against your tongue, stay still.
The movements were uncontrolled, Rio, noticing that she needed more, put her fingers towards the clit of the woman above her.
Agatha let herself fall against the table and with a guttural moan, she came on Rio’s mouth.
The first time they had told each other that they loved each other had been between these four walls that they called home, Agatha was preparing food, and Rio couldn't help but think about how pretty she looked doing something as simple as making food for the person you love. And at that moment she realized what humans meant when they talked about love, what she felt for the witch had never been just physical, for her being with Agatha was feeling alive, feeling a connection she had never felt before, if before she believed she didn't have a heart, now she knew that yes, she did and that her heart had appeared inside her chest the same day she met Agatha.
Rio got up from the chair where she was sitting watching her, going towards her and hugging her from behind, resting his chin in the hollow of her neck.
-I love you, Agatha Harkness.
The witch stood still in her lover's arms, turning completely facing her, she looked at her and the only thing she saw in the eyes of death, was pure devotion and love for her.
-I love you, Rio Vidal.
Their first real argument was because Agatha had awakened again after years without using her succubus powers. Taking advantage of a day when death had come to the call of recently deceased souls, the witch headed towards a small town that was a day's journey away in search of witches.
Her main intention had only been to kill a coven, but on the way she found a group of women in a clearing, and her body vibrated when she noticed the power emanating from those young witches.
That day, Agatha had ended the lives of sixteen witches. Leaving a trail of consumed corpses.
That same night when Rio arrived home, tense, with an angry look at Agatha, she was sitting casually in a chair drinking tea, holding her gaze, challenging her to say something.
-Agatha, what the hell, just because I found it cute when I met you doesn't mean you can go around killing people. You know very well that I have to accompany each and every one of them.
-And? It's your job, right? So, do it.
-I'm not joking, don't do it anymore, I have to keep a balance.
-Do you think you scare me? I can do whatever I want Rio, you're not the one to tell me what to do with my power. You leave me here alone for days, how do you expect me to have fun otherwise?
-You knew who you were associating with when you got me in your bed, I have a job to do and it's certainly more important than you.
Agatha opened her eyes in surprise, with a hurt look.
-Get out of here, get out of my house. Go away.
Rio tried to get closer, but the witch threw her with her powers against the opposite wall.
Death left that house and it wasn't until two weeks later that it didn't appear again.
Agatha was preparing a tea, when hundreds of azaleas began to appear on the floor of her house, accompanied by soft knocks on the front door.
-A flower, for my lady.- said Rio smiling with love.
Agatha took her hand away and let her in.
-Come on, talk. What do you want?
She approached the witch, hugging her around the waist, resting her forehead against hers.
-My job is not more important than you, being death is not more important than being your partner, I love you Agatha, I’m sorry for what I said.
The witch put her arms around her lover´s neck, pulling her towards her.
-I love you too, Rio.
What neither of them expected after spending fifty years together was Agatha's unexpected pregnancy. She had always wanted to be a mother but Rio felt that this was something she was not allowed to have.
Agatha went into labor one morning, Rio without separating from her for hours, held her while the other cried from the pain of the contractions.
-Rio I can't do this, it's too much pain, please my love, make it stop.
-I can't do anything, my magic can't take away your pain.
-Please, just touch me to feel something other than pain.
-Agatha, No.- Rio said refusing.
The witch grabbed his right hand and placed his hand on her inner lips.
-Touch me now Rio, fuck me.
Rio moved his fingers, spreading the fluids through her entrance, thrusting his fingers inside of her, moving them slowly.
-Harder Rio, I know you can do it better.- Agatha said panting.
The fingers entered with more force, taking them out completely and putting them in up to the knuckles.
-You fuck me so well from behind.- said the witch moaning.
The walls closed around her, causing her fingers to go deeper.
Agatha screamed in pain and pleasure, moving against her lover's fingers, with a final touch of the thumb against her clit, she came, leaning with all her weight against the front of Rio.
Her breaths were deep, catching her breath.
-Thank you, my love. I needed it, the pain has subsided.
In the absence of a response from Rio, he turned to look at her. His gaze lost at the end of his small hole, without a trace of expression on his face, with emptiness in his eyes.
-What's wrong, darling?
-Something's not right Agatha, the soul of our baby is calling me.
Agatha separated from her with horror in her eyes, getting up from the bed as best she could.
-No, don't say it.
-Agatha, my love...- Rio tried.
-No, don't say it, it can be.
Agatha rearranged her clothes as best she could, grabbed what she needed without looking at her and ran away into the woods, fleeing from what had been her home with the woman she loved.
She couldn't get very far until the contractions came back.
She leaned against a tree as best she could, letting herself fall and crying from the pain. Her breathing was accelerated and her body desperately asked her to push, and then she felt her, she felt her stealthy steps approaching, the steps of death that came to take her son, hers and Rio's.
Her clothes were different, green adorning the body of the woman she loved and who was about to break her into pieces.
-It can't be.- Agatha said crying.
-It must be.
-If you do this, I'll hate you forever.
Rio looked at her with pain in his eyes, saying nothing.
-Please, my love, let him live.- she said begging.
Rio, death herself, had never broken the balance between life and death, but she had never been able to deny anything Agatha asked of her.
-I can only offer time.
Agatha had her eyes closed and moaned in pain.
-How much time?
Not receiving an answer, she opened them again, death was gone, half of her heart had left behind her favorite flower, an azalea.
With a few more pushes, the son she and her wife had created together. Rocking him in her arms, caressing his small face.
-You were made from scratch, no potions, no enchantments, just love. Out of death, life.
You are mine to protect, Nicholas Scratch.
THE END.