Agatha crawled her way out of her basement just as the room caved in around her filling with dirt. She lifted the trap doors with ease, the wood clatttering against the pavement of her deck. She was finally free from that maximoff hell hole. She took a moment to breathe in the cool autumn air, taking her newfound freedom in. There was so much she still needed to do, she was already itching to find a witch to kill. Her magic was hungry, it clung to her, ready to consume everything in its path.
Agatha's elation didnt last for too long as the sunlight above her started to diminish and she was greeted with an emerald colored sky. Thunder clapped just overhead as she heard Rio's manic laughter that carried in the air, the shrill sound of it sending a chill down her spine.
"Shit." Agatha muttered under her breath. There was no where left for her to go. She had to face Rio, and telling by the tornado like winds that ravaged her home her wife was certainly not happy to see her.
"Congratulations my love." Rio shouted from the rooftop, her tone mocking. Rio's arms were outstretched as she twirled the orchid around her dagger. "Sorry I didn't have a little ribbon for you to run through."
"This has to stop." Agatha responds in exasperation. Referring to the never ending cycle of Death chasing her. "We can't keep doing this Rio, it ends now."
Lightening struck just by Agatha's feet, the spirit witch jumped back just in enough time to dodge it. The grass ignited where she once stood, the flames shooting out of the ground as if Rio was attempting to open up the gates of hell just to swallow Agatha up and trap her there for eternity.
"You think you can break up with me?" Rio spat venomously. "That you can toss me aside like you do everyone else in your life just because you don't need me anymore?"
Well, yes. Agatha thought silently to herself. That was exactly how this was supposed to go.
"We haven't been together in a century." Agatha reminds her.
Her wife's eyes blazed with fury. "Yeah? And whose fucking fault is that Agatha?"
Rio Vidal has always been bad-tempered. Its what attracted Agatha to her in the first place. In their prime they were the most chaotic, serial killing couple to ever grace this earthly plane. At times Agatha found herself reminiscing on the simpler days. When she would wait for Rio to collect the bodies of the witches she had killed. Her wife would appear adorned in her robes, opening the portal to ferry the souls to her realm only to return minutes later to fuck Agatha into the forest floor.
So much has changed now, they were both different people. Rio was aggrieved at Agatha for pushing her away, for alienating her knowing she was death and it was her job. Meanwhile the darkhold aided Agatha in suppressing her love because it was easier to feel nothing than to know Rio betrayed her. That she gave her the most precious little boy and then took him from her.
Rio joining her on the witches road was not what she anticipated. In her weakest of moments her gaurd was down and she allowed herself to feel again. To see Rio as more than the cosmic entity that she was. What really shocked Agatha was her wife's willingness to pretend around her coven. How determined she seemed to win her back. Which was why Agatha had to shut it down before the last trial. She needed her to know whatever reconciliation she thought was going to happen between them just wasn't.
Agatha has never experienced the height of Lady Death's anger. On the rare occasion that she did become angry it has never been directed at her. There were a number of things that have accumulated over the last few days that led up to this showdown. The reason for her wife's crash out this time was Agatha's fault really. She had crossed several lines and said things that she once promised Rio she would never say.
Moments before she entered the trial with Billy and Jen she told her wife she never wanted to see her again. That even in her death she would never want her wife to ferry her soul. It hurt worse knowing that Rio had agreed. That she walked away from Agatha, cutting through the fabric of Billy's dimension and left her there to suffer the remainder of the road with them.
It was by some miracle that she had manipulated the boy into returning her magic to her under the guise of training him. He was so desperate to find his brother he would do anything she asked.
Agatha stood, watching as Rio jumped, moving through the air with a practiced ease as she landed directly in front of her. Rio twirled her dagger between her fingers, her eyes dark with malicious intent. Rio could smell the magic seeping from Agatha's pores. It was clashing against her own magic, gently kneading it as their centuries old connection, the binding spell they did under the full moon to seal their vows blossomed to life before their very eyes.
Agatha kept her features gaurded as the bond revivifies. The magic of it spreading throughout her entire body. The intensity of it like a sorching fire that filled her veins with a familiar yearning she has not indulged in since before she obtained the darkhold.
The moment Billy restored her magic her connection with Rio roared to life. It was destabilizing at first, to feel so much at once. She had very little time to really process any of it as the world he created collapsed around them. She informed him to hide until she came for him. She couldn't risk Rio finding the Maximoff and reaping his soul. She promised the stubborn boy that she would deal with her cosmic wife that was dead set on keeping the balance of a system that would always be flawed. The truth was Rio didn't need the bodies just the souls, she just preferred it that way.
Agatha's hands sprouted with magic as she changed into her signature dress and robes that draped around her. Rio's eyes raked her body, a sense of fondness within them. Her wife was finally formidable, a worthy partner and equal.
"Regardless of what happened between us I won't let you take him Rio not this time." Agatha tells her harshly, a fierce protectiveness for the boy overcoming her.
Rio's eyes hardened at her words, that familiar rage burning in her chest, hot and volatile. Her jealously clawed in her throat, as thunder sounded in the sky above them. "You still care for that woman's son? Knowing what he is now?"
Agatha could see how hurt Rio was, how despite her anger and the looming darkness in her gaze she was genuinely bothered by this piece of information. Agatha felt her chest constrict as guilt ate away at her.
"He's a child." She reasoned, a look of indifference casting over her features as she tried to play off how much she truly cared for him. "A powerful witch that needs direction and training. He's much stronger than his mother. Wanda was-"
Rio growled at the name, her skin peeling back as she stood before Agatha in her personification of death. The witch rolled her eyes at Rio's dramatics. Rain started to pour from the sky around them then, her wife's strong emotions manipulating the weather as a torrential downpour started just over Agatha's home. With a wave of her hand she had teleported them inside to keep dry.
"What the hell Rio? This town is already on SWORD radar are you trying to alert them of your supernatural presence?" Agatha riposted. The last thing the witch needed was for those measly humans to show up and ruin her plans.
When she didn't receive a response Agatha turned, only to find that her wife still hasn't changed back to her human form. The witch sighed. All her previous anger melting away. Rio often did this, hid away when her emotions became too much. She hated being vulnerable, so to protect herself from being hurt further she became the cosmic entity that she was. Death couldn't feel, she didnt have a heart. She was just bone and cosmic energy, it was a job, a duty and nothing more.
"I'm sorry okay? Is that what you want to hear? Wanda means nothing to me you know it has always been about power for me."
Death materialized in front of her in an instant, her skeletal claw like fingers curling under Agatha's chin as a growl rumbled from deep within her throat. Death's cold, skeletal cheek nuzzles against Agatha's soft skin causing her to whimper. There was just something so possessive about the way Death held her. Agatha could feel how much power she was holding back. With lidded eyes Agatha surrendered to her touch, her own arousal pooling between her thighs as she squirmed.
Agatha's lips parted, her tone borderline teasing as she whispered in her lovers ear. "Jealous are we? I really don't blame you. How many times do you think I fucked her once the cameras stopped rolling?"
All the air was knocked from Agatha's lungs as she found herself being slammed into the wall in her living room. Death's skeletal hand enclosed around her throat as the bone dug into her skin.
Agatha could feel pressure building within her own skull as Death reached in, bypassing her protective magic as she spoke telepathically. "Do you have a death wish Agatha Harkness?"
"First and last name? Oh you're pissed."
The cosmic entity released her, "Of course this is a game to you. Can't you just be normal for one second?"
"Why would I do that? I like it when you get all worked up baby."
"Fuck you Agatha! How dare you mention that woman in my presence!"
Agatha winced as Rio roared in her mind, her magic flaring as it hammered against her own. The witches hands latched on to her wifes robes, she stared deeply into the sockets where her eyes were supposed to be that were now just black never ending voids. She missed the warmth and love she used to find within them. Agatha realized then she missed her wife, she needed her lover back more than anything.
"Come on, you used to love my games." Agatha purred, using her magic to change into the robe that made Rio feral that morning she entered her home and fought her. "You can't fuck me in that form can you? What would I hold on to while your cosmic strap is buried deep inside me?"
Rio transformed before her very eyes, flesh and blood molding out of nothing. She hadn't even fully transitioned yet before she was on top of Agatha. The witch fell back onto the couch, Rio molding their bodies together, her hands roaming Agatha's form. She kissed her passionately, pouring all of her frustration and jealously into the kiss that had accumulated over the years. She needed Agatha to know, to feel what she was feeling. Rio needed to take her wife, reclaim her in a way she hasn't done in a very long time.
Rio kissed down Agatha's neck, she extended her canines, sharpening them as she decorated Agatha's skin with bruises. She was merciless with her assault, marking Agatha's skin in a way that had the witch whimpering beneath her. She fiddled with the band of her robe as she continued her descent. Agatha was a needy, touch starved mess beneath her, moaning lowly as she squirmed, her wetness pooling between her own thighs.
Rio had completely gone feral, her movements were quick, Agatha's body was buzzing as her magic ghosted her skin, fueling her movements to make them quicker as she stimulated nearly every cell in her body.
Rio opened the robe revealing her wifes cream colored breast. She captured the mound into her mouth, rolling the pink dusted areola around her tongue as she stroked the nub. Rio puckered her lips, her teeth grazing the sensitive nerve as she sucked, hard. Agatha arched into her mouth, offering herself up to her. The witches hands found the back of the couch as she gripped it harshly, her nails embedding in the fur.
"You're so needy." Rio kneaded Agatha's other breast, giving just as much attention to it. Rio's mouth was warm as her flattened tongue licked a path down to where Agatha's soaking center was clenching around nothing. The pain of her need driving her insane as her hips jerked. Desperate for any kind of attention.
Rio untangled herself from Agatha's body and sunk to her knees. Her wife whined as the cool air hit her throbbing cunt. The absense of her lover had Agatha perching herself up on her elbows. She missed her warmth and was in no mood for foreplay. She wanted to be fucked, for Rio to ruin her and remind her who she belonged to.
"What are you doing?" Agatha was breathless at the sight of Rio kneeling before her. The whites were completely gone from her eyes. It was common when Rio slipped into her dominant role that the Death aspect of her would be more prominent. Agatha would never tire of the sight of bringing Lady Death to her knees. Knowing she had the most feared cosmic entity willing to please her in this human form had wetness gushing out of her slick folds.
"My job, Goddess."
"Fuck."
There was just something about Rio proclaiming that she considered her a Goddess, that nearly had the witch come undone on the spot. Rio's eye's were so intense, so full of love and an intimacy that made Agatha look away.
Rio spead Agatha's legs open, tugging her roughly towards the edge of the couch. Her nostrils flared as Agatha's sweet yet musky scent invaded her senses. She stared down at the glistening folds with a hunger Agatha had never seen before. It made the witch wonder if Rio had deprived herself of this feeling in her absence.
She had very little time to ponder this fact because almost immediately, Rio licked a wide stripe up her slit. Agatha tasted just as she remembered, the tangy sweetness of her wetness pooled in her mouth, coating her lips as she lapped it up greedily. Rio burried her face into her folds, her tongue swirling and lapping patterns that had Agatha desperately searching for something to hold onto.
"Oh, fuck," Agatha mewled, her expletives were like music to the cosmic entities ears. She would never tire of hearing the sheer amount of pleasure she brought to this witch.
The room echoed with the wet sounds of Rio's consumption, her mouth suctioning around her slit to apply pressure. After a moment, Rio's tongue glided between her swollen folds where the slick current of her arousal glittered like a jewel. Her licks were firm and precise as she brought her lover immese amounts of pleasure.
Rio ate Agatha out like her life depended on in. Curses tore through Agatha's throat, her fingers carding into dark locks of hair, as she held Rio in place, grinding down as she rode her face. "Yes, just like that, fuck... your tongue feels so good inside of me."
Rio moaned into Agatha's cunt at the praise, her teeth softly grazing the witches clit. Agatha snapped upward, her eyes shining with unshed tears as Rio's tongue straightened, wedging deep inside her and curling.
"Shit Rio," Agatha's orgasm was fast approaching and the intensity of it was jarring. "Baby wait I'm about to-"
Agatha cried out then, her knuckles turning white, her back arched as she lifted completely off of the couch, spreading herself into Rio's mouth as her cum dripped down her chin, her orgasm crashing into her in waves. Rio's hands were interlocked around Agatha's thighs as her legs shook with after shocks. Her tongue slowed to languid strokes as her wifes chest heaved and her body went slack. She released Rio's hair, the green witches scalp was aching as she lowered her lover gently onto the couch.
Agatha's chest heaved, her arm lazily covered her eyes as she layed boneless, hanging off the couch. Rio crawled up her wifes body, kissing her. Agatha could taste herself on her wifes lips and moaned, her tongue exploring Rios mouth desperate to clean her own essence from Rio's lips.
Agatha welcomed the weight of her wife ontop of her, her hands explored the expanse of her shoulders and back as they continued to kiss. Rio's skin erupted in goosebumps, Agatha's touch reigniting her love in a way that had Rio's black heart thundering in her chest so loudly she was certain her wife could hear it.
Rio pulled away gently, relasing Agatha's lip with a wet pop. She gazed upon her nude body that was littered with marks and bruises, it just wasn't enough, she needed to show Agatha that she was hers through and through. More importantly she needed to hear Agatha say it. Rio stood, extracting herself from Agatha's tangled limbs as she walked out of the room.
The witch frowned as she watched her wife's retreating form. "Rio where are you going? We're not done get back here."
Rio was only gone for a minute but when she reappeared she had a thick silicone dildo between her legs. It was one of the biggest Agatha had -- she had saved it for special occasions. How Rio knew where to find it, she would never know. Green magic trickled from her fingertips as she enchanted it. She spoke the familiar spell Agatha had taught her that would allow her to feel everything, to physically be inside of her and connect in a way she needed more than ever right now.
Rio approached Agatha slowly, allowing her to truly take in the sight of her. She kneeled on the couch, spreading her life's legs open to reveal her glistening sex once again. Rio lowered herself down again, placing a kiss on her wifes inner thighs before she sat up. Saliva pooling in her mouth as she spat right into Agatha's cunt. Agatha's head fell back, her eyes rolling back into their sockets as Rio's fingers circled her clit before dipping into her folds, collecting her wetness and rubbing it all over the toy.
"Are you ready for my cock baby?"
Agatha had completely relinquished control, her voice was needy and pleading when she spoke next. "Yes daddy, fuck, I'm so ready I need you inside of me please."
Rio turned Agatha over so she was face down with her ass up, her other hand held the small of her back as she slowly thrusted into Agatha's dripping cunt, inch by inch until she bottomed out. Agatha's core welcomed her, greedily pulling her in deeper as her walls tightened around her. The witch let out a high pitched moan, her head buried in the soles of the couch, her nails scratching at the surface as Rio began to move.
The toy slammed in and out of Agatha, as Rio reached depths she has never reached before. Her thrusts were precise, Rio dragging out to the tip, only to slam back into Agatha. The witch underneath her couldn’t think, she could barely breathe, only taking the wave after wave of pleasure her wife was giving her.
Agatha was mumbling something, desperate sounds leaving her lips. Rio could feel Agatha's warm, spongy walls wrapping around her. She moaned loudly, her hair draping over her shoulder and ghosting Agatha's back as she bored down into her soaking cunt.
"Fuck." Rio breathed, the enchantment on the toy allowing her to feel everything, amplifing her pleasure. “You feel so fucking good. You're so tight and wet for me. This pussy is mine isn't it? Say it.”
"Rio-" Agatha choked out, her words failing her. Rio pressed her further into the couch, bottoming out as her hips thrusted with a lethal precision. Rio used her wifes hips as leverage to hold her up as Agatha's body bounced with each thrust as Rio fucked her hard and fast.
When Rio didnt receive the response she was yearning to hear she tangled her fingers in her wifes hair, pulling her up. Agatha's skin flushed pink and her muscles were trembling. Rio tugged again, harsher this time and Agatha's body seized, she cried out as she inadvertently squeezed down on the toy, the pressure becoming painful.
"Fucking say it Agatha." Rio gritted, wrapping her hand around the back of Agatha's neck. Rio bared her throat, licking the base of it, her voice taking on a dangerous tone as the toy brutalized her inner walls. "Say you're mine."
"Fuck-" Agatha shuddered as Rio pounded into her throbbing cunt, hitting her g spot as her walls hugged the curve of the toy. "Its yours, fuck, I'm yours Rio don't you dare stop."
"Oh, baby. I know." Rio released Agatha's hair, both hands firmly on her hips as she fucked Agatha with everything that she had. Rio was overcome by this brutal need to feel Agatha lose it, to know that she had done this to her. Ruined her for anyone else once again. The clapping of their skins could be heard as well as the chorus of moans that filled the room as they both chased their own release.
"You thought you were so smart hiding from me didn't you?" Rio growled into her ear, nipping at the lobe. "You cannot escape me Agatha, every inch of you is mine. It's been over a century since I was last buried inside of you do you know how torturous that was for me? No one has ever come close to touching you."
Agatha moaned at Rio's confession, too deep within her own pleasure as Rio made true to her promise. Agatha was so full, her wife was pounding into her unrelenting as she aired her grievances. Rio grunted, the harness pressing against her clit with each thrust as Agatha went limp underneath her, no longer able to hold herself up.
A firm slap came across Agatha's backside, Rio could feel how close her wife was. Her walls were fluttering around the toy, greedily bringing Rio in deeper as her own orgasm approached.
"I need-" Rio gasped between breaths, "I need you to say it Agatha. Tell me how much you need me."
Agatha's eyes started to glow a royal purple, Her fingernails marking up the couch as Rio fucked her. "Fuck Rio I need you so bad, I've always needed you. You're the only one for me, the only one that can make me come like this. Shit, I'm so close baby you're filling me up so good."
Rio moaned from deep within her as Agatha withered in pre orgasmic blis. The sensation was enough to do her in but she was determined to come with Agatha, to fill her up and breed her. Death had completely taken the reigns, half of her face peeling back revealing her skeletal cheek. Her fingernails extended without her knowledge, embedding in the skin as blood trickled down the sides of Agatha's thighs coating her skin. Rio's hand came down on her ass again, harder than before.
"Shit- fuck me Rio I'm about to come." Agatha cried out, her legs beginning to shake as her body tensed up. Rio leaned forward then without breaking her stroke. She was laying completely on top of Agatha now, thrusting into her hazardly as her hand reached between their bodies and found her clit.
Rio flicked the nub a few times, pinching it before rubbing tight circles in tandem with her thrusts.
"Shit Rio just like that don't fucking stop I'm going to-"
Rio sunk her teeth into Agatha's shoulder then, holding the flesh between her teeth as the witch came around the toy. Rio moaned as she felt a gush of wetness hit her own thighs. Agatha's cunt clamping down on her cock, milking it as wave after wave of her juices spread all over the couch, drenching the both of them in her juices. Agatha twitched, her toes still curled as she came again, her moans had risen to a volume Rio had not heard in a long time.
Rio released her, lapping the blood away with her tongue and healing the wound. Agatha was panting below her, struggling to catch her breath as her legs were still slick and trembling from the aftershocks of her powerful orgasm. Rio peppered Agatha's spine with kisses, whispering sweet nothings into her skin. She waited a few minutes, allowing Agatha to gather herself before she slowly pulled out, detaching the toy and stepping out of the harness before she tossed it onto the ground.
"You're beautiful." Rio murmured. She gently turned her wife over. Agatha's form was saturated in sweat, her hair in disarray as she stared up at Rio throughly fucked and completely spent. There was a vulnerability swimming within her blown pupils, a warmth and love she tried to deny herself of all came rushing back to her. "I have never stopped loving you Agatha, even when you insisted on hating me for something that was out of my control."
Rio knew Agatha wasn't ready to say the words back quite yet, they were on the tip of her tongue. That didn't mean that Rio didn't know or feel the love she had for her. This was a huge step for them, Agatha was finally working on forgiving her.
Agatha grasped her wife's shoulders, pulling her down as she captured her lips in a kiss. Agatha hoped Rio could feel everything she was unable to say as she poured all of her love and heartbreak into the kiss. As their lips moved languidly Agatha could feel the broken parts of herself healing. She was finally ready to let go, to allow herself to be happy with this woman. Rio parted her lips, allowing Agatha tongue to enter as it swiped hers. Rio moaned into the kiss, her hands palming her hips as she got herself worked up again.
Agatha chuckled into her mouth as she felt Rio adjusting her position once again as they kissed. "You're insatiable."
"You've ruined me for anyone else." Rio admitted, kissing down her jaw. "I can't get enough of you. It's been a century since I've had the luxury of this. I have alot of refamiliarizing with your body to do."
"Ri." Agatha shrieked as her wife pulled her by her hips so she was back to laying flat against the couch. "I'm not going anywhere we can not fuck all night. I am not a cosmic being my body functions better when I sleep."
Agatha's half hearted protests were futile to Rio's determination. She knew the witch had atleast one more in her. Rio lifted Agatha's leg, shifting her position so she was straddling it. She bent it towards Agatha's chest, the witches flexibility coming in clutch as she lowered herself down, their wet dripping centers meeting in the middle.
Rio held Agatha in place as she rocked against her. Sliding her wet heat against the witches swollen center as she whimpered underneath her. Rio gripped Agatha's thigh, using it for leverage as she moved against her, smearing her own wetness all over the witches soaking cunt.
Agatha's eyes slammed shut as Rio quickened her pace, grinding down into her, their clits brushing against one another's as Agatha's folds became reacquainted with hers.
"You feel so good baby you're so wet for me." Rio's fingernails left crescent shaped marks on Agatha's thigh as she chased her own release. "You're the only one that has ever made me this wet." She choked, "Fuck you've taken me so well today Ags. You've been such a good girl for me you will be rewarded."
Agatha whimpered at the praise, gripping the arm of the couch as Rio used her body in ways that had the witch feeling like the slut they both knew she was.
Rio's thrust became feverish as her orgasm came barreling towards her. She gripped Agatha's chin as she fucked her, shoving two of her fingers into her mouth. Her wife welcomed them, swirling the digits around her tongue as she moaned, sucking them.
Agatha stared deeply into her eyes, the intimacy of the eye contact coupled with the feel of her hand palming her breast as she pinched her nipple pushed Rio over the edge. She came all over Agatha's cunt, her head thrown back, lips parted as she shook and convulsed, grinding down into her. Agatha's orgasm followed shortly after, she held her in place, continuing to move against her as they both helped eachother through it.
Rio collapses on top of her then, her breathing labored as she settled against Agatha, nesting in her arms. Her eyelids drooped as she kissed the skin of her chest. Rio held on to her, her arms wrapping around her torso possessively, still afraid that if she let Agatha go this would all disappear and she'd go back to hating her again.
There was a comfortable silence that fell between them now. Agatha was tracing soothing circles on Rio's naked back as she stared up at the cracked paint on her ceiling. "We could stay here for awhile." Agatha said aloud. "This area isn't so bad."
Rio knew how sensitive this subject was for her. Salem would always be their home, the place they raised their son. But Westview could be something more, a beginning that wasn't a ghost of a memory of their dead son.
"Sure." Rio's voice was already laced with sleep. Whenever she was in her human form she found she grew tired very easily. "Whatever you want my love you can have."
"Well.." Agatha started, the patterns she was drawing ceasing on Rio's back causing the cosmic entity to whine. "If thats the case I want you to put another baby in me, the darkhold revealed what went wrong last time. Maybe we can try for a girl this time."
Rio shot up, gawking at Agatha with wide eyes before they narrowed. The cosmic entity couldn't tell if the witch was joking or not. Which was concerning.
"What?" Agatha cackles, "The way you just fucked me? This time it would be your doing not mine."
Rio groaned, remembering how close to the end she did lose control of some of her earth magic. "Fuck Agatha."
"You did that already." The younger witch jokes. "Mulitple times."