The Confession
The Cottage
The days slowly turned into weeks, which then turned into months, and oh did Rio love coming back to the witch after her long trips. Agatha had quickly fallen in love with her books, namely the history and spell books. She studied, consuming every text she could, even reading Rio’s own research with Green magic. It wasn’t Agatha’s preference, but her purple witch craved knowledge, craved power. Some days when she was at the cottage, she would teach Agatha, always an eager pupil but never patient. It took a while for Rio to teach her to reel back her strength, but eventually, Agatha did. They had fallen into a perfect routine, and Rio dared to call the cabin her home. She never had a home, but coming back to Agatha was everything, but Agatha was growing restless. Rio could feel it, she needed to be out and at first, Rio wasn’t sure to let her out. She heard the whispers from covens, the salemites had turned. The children Agatha left behind were crazed, revenge seeking animals, dangerous, and eager to track and kill Agatha. Rio wasn’t going to allow that to happen. Her cottage provided Agatha a haven, a place where it would be impossible for the Salem Seven to find them, but Rio also remembered, Agatha was human and humans needed interaction.
Agatha had gone out a couple times as Rio was away and was safe to Rio’s relief, but now Rio was nervous. She had been gone for weeks again, another plague and war on the other side of the world. It called to her, but their connection kept strong. She walked among the field before something caught her attention. Multiple deaths at once near their home. She looked around before allowing herself to crawl through the earth with lightning speed. Her connection with Agatha was different, something was happening. She emerged from the Earth, crawling her way up as her body cracked back into place. She looked around, finding a coven in a similar state as Agatha left her own coven. With ease, her lesser forms guided them away before she turned in a circle, looking for her purple witch among the shadows.
“Agatha? Sweetheart?” she called into the pines.
No reply came. She focused on the connection, finding Agatha flew back home. She rolled her eyes, walking into a tree. Her body cracked and twisted again before emerging in front of their cottage. She couldn’t stop the pleased smile spreading her lips as she stared at the sanctuary. It roared with life underneath the spells and wards. Agatha adding her own touch, and by her own touch, Rio’s. She had pleaded with Rio to decorate the outside with Rio Dipladenias. Rio decided to add her own flair as well, lacing azaleas in with her witch’s favorite flower. She closed the portal, knowing the Seven might sense Agatha’s power. She hurried to the cottage, opening it to find the fire going and Agatha lounging on the couch in just her slip. Agatha smiled coyly, standing up slowly and approaching Rio, dragging her steps but her hips swayed. Rio tongued her cheek, looking the woman up and down. The witch stopped in front of her, her gaze slightly raised as Rio placed her hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow.
Rio let her voice drop into something a little deeper, “Sweetheart, did you kill a coven of witches just to get my attention?”
Agatha bit her lip, shrugging, “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t, but you’re home now.”
Rio’s gaze softened at the mention of home, but Agatha didn’t want softness, she wanted her.
“Do you need to return?”
“I don’t need to,” Rio replied as Agatha wrapped her arms around her neck.
Agatha smirked, “So, may I steal Lady Death’s attention for the rest of day and possibly the rest of the night?”
Rio cocked her head at her, deciding to humor this, letting a fake sigh of annoyance, “I guess so.”
Her purple witched smirked, a new gleam in her eye she had only seen a few times. She had mainly seen it when Agatha would kiss her so roughly, she might as well have run out of breath herself. Then, she pulled away, motioning Rio to their bed. Rio raised an eyebrow, following her to find the bed surrounded by low flame candles and petals spread out on the furs. Rio swallowed hard.
That’s what she meant , she realized, something warm washing over her.
Rio smirked, turning the purple witch around to face her. Agatha gasped as Rio’s lips landed on hers. With ease, she took control, moving Agatha back towards the bed as her lips and tongue led the witch’s in a deep, hungry pace. Her body practically hummed in excitement as she tasted the witch. She moved her kisses down to her neck, Agatha gasping loudly and exposing her neck to her.
Rio couldn’t stop the laugh, “Who knew Agatha Harkness would be so sensitive?”
“Shut up,” Agatha murmured, exposing her neck more.
Rio relished in Agatha’s soft skin, her lips mapping every part of exposed skin the witch had to offer her. She delighted herself in pulling out every gasp and quieted moan from the woman as her tongue moved along the length of her neck and to the shell of her woman’s ear. Her teeth were gentle as they nicked, drawing the smallest amount of blood before her tongue washed over it in apology. She felt the way Agatha’s fingers tightened on her shoulders as Rio moved her to her jaw, sucking hard kisses before moving back to her neck. Rio couldn’t help it, her teeth practically itching for it. She moved where Agatha’s neck and shoulder met and bit down hard, drawing a perfect amount of blood. Agatha moaned louder as her tongue healed the wound with ease. Rio’s eyes gleamed brightly through the candle light, the witch’s breath hitching as a familiar sound of the scrape of metal echoed through the cottage. With skilled hands, Death took her dagger, ripping through Agatha’s slip and sending her to the bed with her Green magic. She didn’t give Agatha time to think, pouncing on her like an animal.
Her eyes were hungry as she took in the sight of her, her breasts heaving, her face flush and sweat already forming. Rio sat over her, fully dressed in her cloak and skirts. They draped over her legs and stomach, the only thing covering her witch. Rio easily lost eye contact, travelling the marvel that Agatha’s body was. Her eyes found each freckle, every small bruise, and scar. Then, a selfish part of her came out as she tongue her cheek again, staring at how perfect Agatha’s body was. Her hands come slowly, unsure if she would stop her. The younger woman didn’t, her body pressing into Rio’s touch. Rio was slow, her hand exploring down her sides, her thumb brushing down her ribs to the slight plush of her stomach. She moved back up, cupping a breast, teasing a hardened nipple. She couldn’t help but squeeze, feeling a thunderous beating underneath. Her hand continued to move up, cupping Agatha’s cheek as she leaned further over her. Their eyes met, Agatha staring up at her in wonder. Rio’s face was stoic, partially scaring her but the words that left her mouth could bring Agatha to tears.
“You are so beautiful, sweetheart.”
Their lips clashed again, Death once more leading the kiss. Her tongue invaded Agatha’s senses, filling her with the taste of sweet pine. Rio’s whole body was on fire, she felt her true form rattle, ready to come forth, but with ease and composure, she held it at bay. She had never been with a mortal before, cosmic entities all had their fun. Anyone would be foolish to think cosmic entities didn’t partake in the throes of pleasure, but Death was one of the only ones who didn’t mess with mortals, not till now. She had to reel back her strength, scared of hurting the purple witch. Agatha was powerful, she could feel her magic with each dip of her tongue. She was fearsome and with Agatha radiating with the new power she stole, it only made Rio more hungry. She had finally accepted her words, finally understood that her power was a gift, and gifted Death the bodies. In truth, Death loved taking souls, taking bodies. There was always a pleasant satisfaction in her job, except when it led her away from the witch.
Agatha gasped as Rio worked her lips down her neck again, drawing more blood but quickly healing it. She wanted to be slow for her, not wanting to rush her, but the need building inside brought her to Agatha’s breasts. She kissed around, tasting the sweet skin as fingers tangled in her hair holding there. She hummed against her, her other hand pinching and caressing. She could listen to her breathless moans for all of eternity. It mixed beautifully with the sounds of nature around them. She sucked hard against the side of her boob, leaving a pretty purple mark: Agatha’s favorite color. She left it, something possessive overcoming her as her mouth wrapped around a pert nipple. She tongued at it, flicking it before pulling it with her teeth. Agatha arched into her. Another breathless “fuck” rolling from her lips. Rio felt her eyebrow raised, wondering if her witch liked a little bit of pain. She bit harder this time, Agatha moving further into her and a loud moan ringing through the cottage. She couldn’t stop the laugh from her throat as she healed it, pulling her tongue away and leaving it wet with her saliva. She happily switched the other one, fishing for every noise from the witch she could.
“Rio,” Agatha gasped, forcing her to pull away.
She stared up through her eyes, her long tongue moving over the pink bud. Agatha gasped again as Rio then stopped, her fingers tapping impatiently on her collarbone.
“Rio,” she said again, her eyes now closed.
Death cocked her head and in the most casual way, as if Agatha was merely requesting her attention and not writhing under her, she asked, “Yes?”
Agatha squirmed, meeting her gaze. Her blues were almost hidden with black as she breathed heavily. Death merely combed her fingers through her hair, still tapping her collarbone impatiently. Everything buzzed within Death, her eyes flashing with her magic as the room around them came to life. Flowers bloomed a little brighter, the vines growing around the books and shelves. Death was patient. She loved this game and she hoped Agatha did too. She hid her smile as defiance shined in those eyes, the purple witch now catching her breath on the exterior, but Rio knew. She felt her heart, their connection filling with want and desire. The younger woman went to sit up, but Death didn’t even need to move to keep her place.
“Agatha,” Death practically sang, making Agatha’s eyes blaze purple.
Her hand came up, pushing on Rio’s shoulder, but once more she didn’t budge. Instead, she went back to teasing her. Her tongue continued to flick over her nipple causing Agatha to melt back into bed. Rio continued at an agonizing pace, tasting her body but refusing to move lower. She wanted to hear Agatha– she needed to hear Agatha tell her she wanted her. With a couple more bites, Agatha became a mess, writhing and gasping under Death’s delicate touch. Her hand tried to push Rio, but Rio barely even acknowledged it.
“Rio, please,” the words were music to her ears.
Her eyes darkened as she met Agatha’s again, “Please ‘what’?”
Agatha’s gaze met her own as her jaw clenched in anger before snarling, “Are you fucking serious? You want me to beg?”
Rio shrugged, playing stupid, “I never said that.” Then her voice softened as she placed a gentle kiss near the witch’s heart. “What do you want, Agatha?”
A menacing smirk widened on Rio’s face as Agatha’s cheeks pinked. She stuttered, refusing Rio’s gaze. Death waited patiently, keeping her kisses soft as the gears turned in the witch’s mind. Agatha’s voice was a whisper, but Death once more fanned innocence.
“What, sweetheart?”
Agatha shot her a look, but it didn’t land. Instead Death slowly pulled away, sitting up, “Well, if you need time to think about it, I’ll be in the–”
Lips were on hers dragging her back down against the woman. For once, Death was surprised, and yet something deeper stirred as she smiled into the kiss before Agatha pulled away, whispering softly in Death’s ear, as if she was scared anyone else would hear.
“I want you, Rio, please.”
She didn’t need to be asked twice, her lips swallowing the witch’s gasps. Her fingers reached between them, dragging down Agatha’s chest, to her stomach, and pausing at her hip. She pulled away, searching Agatha’s eyes for permission. She watched as the woman seemed to melt, nodding frantically and latching their lips back to hers. Death made her sharp nails short and blunt with ease before trailing closer and closer. She felt the other woman spread her legs, welcoming Death’s touch. She glided by wiry curls and Rio gasped. She wasn’t expecting that this powerful witch would be this affected by her. She was drenched, sticky wetness coating the side of her thighs and possibly dripping to their bed. A single finger ran through her lips, Agatha’s hips twitching for more friction. Rio took her time, exploring Agatha’s folds as Agatha clawed at her cloak
“Take this off, please,” Agatha breathed into her mouth. “I want to feel you.”
Rio hesitated for a moment, but obliged. Her green magic melted away the layers of clothes until her own cold skin was against the burning heat of the woman underneath her. Agatha’s hands were as greedy as Death’s. Nails scraped down Rio’s back, but didn’t leave a mark on the untouchable skin. She explored her curves and between Rio’s breasts. Rio expected her to squeeze and pinch as she had done, but instead, Agatha’s hand found where Rio’s heart was drumming.
Death kissed her jawline again, gathering her wetness before pushing a finger inside of her witch. The heat was hotter, more intense. Agatha clenched around her single finger as she pushed it knuckle deep. Her moan was silenced by biting her lip so Rio added another before adding a third. She started a steady rhythm, exploring how her witch reacted to her fingers swirling, curling and between slow and fast thrusts. Death felt heat between her own legs, an ancient ache that hadn’t been sparked in eons. Of course, her powerful witch needed something harder, but she wanted to see how long she could last until she begged her for more. Her thrusts were even, sure, but too slow and gentle. She listened to Agatha’s moans and gasps, mixing in with a wet desperate noise. Her witch found her mouth again, but Rio found herself swallowing Agatha moans more than kissing. She pulled away, watching as her hand pulled away from her chest and gripping the furs underneath them.
“Rio,” Agatha finally let her guard down, her eyes blazing open, staring up at her with a desperate one. “Rio, please, I need– I need– fuck Rio!”
That’s all she needed to hear. Rio sped up her thrusts, plunging her fingers into Agatha as her thumb came up, applying pressure to Agatha’s clit. She welcomed her loud swears and moans, listening to the music she was creating. Then the magic happened. Agatha threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut as Rio’s name was screamed into the night. She clenched harder around her fingers, soaking them with her essence. Death was delicate, slowing her thrusts as she helped the woman ride it out.
Agatha’s body was quivering, flushed, and sweat dripped from her brow as she watched Rio. Rio was slow, taking her fingers out, watching as the string of arousal broke before bringing each finger to her lips. She sucked each finger slowly, making sure her witch was watching as she tasted her, humming softly. She was sweet, so sweet like the flowers which covered their home, and dark. Rio could taste the dark power Agatha possessed and she couldn’t wait for her witch to get more powerful. She removed each finger with a pop before licking up her palm and staring down the dishevelled witch.
“Delicious,” she purred, moving between Agatha’s legs.
Agatha’s eyes were wide, watching her as she settled between her thighs kissing them lightly before placing a hard suck into her skin. Her legs twitched away from the pain, but the moan that came from her, told Death she liked it. Wrapping her arms underneath her thighs, Death didn’t tease her anymore, licking a long strip through her folds. Agatha’s head fell back again, her body arching as she pressed against Rio’s mouth. Rio laughed into her as her tongue parted folds, hitting every single nerve that had her witch clutching the furs so hard, her knuckles were white. Rio pulled her closer, tasting everything Agatha had to offer. She couldn’t get enough of the sweetness, the way she could connect to the darkness inside Agatha. She barely noticed Agatha reaching her peak, hands gripping her hair so tight, she would not have been surprised if her hair released from her scalp. She continued, her tongue switching the patterns, never consistent before reaching that precious bundle of nerves.
“Fuck, Rio, yes!”
Rio chuckled again as her powerful witch was reduced to a needy puddle. She sucked hard on her clit, drawing out another powerful wave and lapping everything up. She pulled away only for a moment to stare up at Agatha. Her hair draped over the pillows, her eyes closed as she came down from her high and purple sparks radiating around them. Rio smirked, knowing her witch wasn’t done. She moved one hand, pushing two fingers inside with ease. She watched as Agatha swallowed them, moving them knuckle deep before adding a third. She moved with her thrusts, ripping the furs now. Rio moved the hand that was around her thigh, placing a steady palm just below her bellybutton. She applied pressure, shortening her thrusts and leaning back down to tongue at her clit. Agatha’s thighs clamped around Rio’s head, but it mattered not. Rio didn’t need breath and barely acknowledged the crushing force. The witch clenched, grasping at her fingers, her body completely writhing under Rio’s tongue.
“Please, I-I- fuck, Rio I can’t!”
Rio pulled away only slightly, her voice soft and guiding, “Yes, you can, sweetheart. Give it to me.”
With one last suck and a curl of her fingers, Agatha came hard, squirting around her fingers and dripping down Rio’s chin. She didn’t bother to wipe it away, cleaning her up with her tongue until all was left was more arousal. The purple witch reached down for her, Rio getting the message. She set her thighs down kissing them tenderly and before hovering over her. Before Rio could wipe her face clean, lips were already on hers. Agatha moaned into her mouth, her tongue coming out as they both tasted Agatha’s essence. It was intoxicating, and if Rio thought Agatha could handle it, she wouldn’t have stopped. The younger woman pulled away, her forehead resting against Rio’s with her eyes closed. Rio shifted closer, sitting over the woman again and caressing her cheek. She leaned into her hand, breathing heavily.
“Sweetheart, are you alright?” Rio whispered.
Agatha didn’t even seem to hear her, her hands still tight on her shoulders. Rio gave her a moment, until her breath stilled but even then, Agatha didn’t answer her. She tongued her cheek, her eyebrows creasing, wondering if she went too hard. Did her cosmic strength overwhelm her? She swore she reeled it all in not to hurt her. She caressed her cheek again, trying to get some movement from the witch.
“Agatha?”
Agatha breathed out heavily, “To the Mother, Rio, give a girl a second.”
She flinched, but Agatha held her still, her voice softening.
“Rio, honey, relax,” she started to reassure her. “I just–um” her cheeks were bright red again “um haven’t came like that before or that much.”
She laughed delightedly, making the woman playfully swat at her, “Death too much for you to handle?”
“Shut up.”
Their lips locked again, Agatha silencing her and before she knew it, she was on her back. Rio grunted as Agatha straddled over her, her lips on her neck. She was rough, teeth tugging and sucking but unable to mark her skin. Nonetheless, it was perfect for a cosmic entity. The mortal kept surprising her and for once, she didn’t mind the surprises. Agatha’s tongue was fire compared to Rio’s cold dead skin. It was perfect, Rio tangling her fingers into her hair as she mouth down her neck and to her breasts. She held her there, sparks lighting upon her skin as she moaned. She hasn’t felt anything like this in eons. Her body roared to life, her own magic coursing out into the room growing the vines more. She cursed when Agatha sucked at her collarbone, licking it over before moving down to her breasts. Cupping one, the witch licked her between the valley, moving up in a slow stroke to a hardened nipple. She kissed it before wrapping her mouth around it. Rio moaned, louder than she would have liked, but it pleased her witch. Then, she bit down. Death lost all of her composure, moaning louder and her skin quickly fading and revealing her true form.
Agatha almost fell face first into her ribs, but caught herself, staring into Rio’s cavity. Bones tangled in her hair but it didn’t matter to her. Her gaze was on the black rotten muscle inside Death. It was beating rapidly, loud and strong. She was enchanted by it, never knowing Death truly had a heart. As fast Rio’s skin disappeared, it came back. Rio couldn’t believe it. She never in all of her existence had that happen, and for it to happen with a mortal– she knew it had been a long time, but not this long. She tried moving away from her, realizing she probably scared the poor witch, making it known she was making love to nothing but a corpse. Agatha only pinned her down, kissing her lips.
“You have a heart, a physical beating heart,” she said against her lips.
She released the unneeded breath she was holding, admitting, “It’s recently new.”
Agatha pulled away to stare down at her and Rio was quick to search her eyes, but still only found adoration, wonder, and the low gleam of lust. Rio could die, well something. This woman, this witch, was seeing her, past the walls Death had created.
“New?” she questioned, her hands cupping Rio’s breasts.
She nodded, “Some time after you named me, I was on my throne–”
Agatha’s eyebrows shot up, “You have a throne?”
She nodded, “It’s in my realm of the in-between. It’s not as beautiful as Earth and it’s cold. I felt something, something you might call pain, but it tickled. I looked down and there it was, forming in my chest. It didn’t beat, not first, not until I thought of you.”
Agatha’s gaze softened from something that was solely primal need, to something that alluded both want and something Rio never experienced before. She closed the distance, Agatha’s lips hungrily taking her in before kissing her way back to her breasts. Instead of stopping there Agatha continued until she was between her legs, throwing them over her shoulders. She didn’t give time for Rio to think, there were no thoughts, just Agatha’s hot mouth on her, her tongue pushing deep inside her. Lightning ran through Rio, shocking her body with each shock of Agatha’s tongue. She swore, reaching back to the headboard as Agatha found her clit.
“Fuck, more sweetheart,” she moaned.
Agatha listened, her fingers filling Death with ease. She listened to the squelching, her body rolling against Agatha’s lips, meeting the rough thrusts of her fingers. She seemed to be guided by every reaction, mapping out Rio’s pleasures and using that power over her. And did her witch love power as something else went through Rio’s core. It radiated through her making her moans louder. She looked down and met bright blues, watching her as she fucked her. Rio almost came at the sight. A witch, between Death’s legs, worshipping and pleasuring her. She wanted to smirk, to bask in the glory as she usually would, but she found something else instead in those eyes and once more could not place it. Agatha sent more sparks through her, her pace quickening and her sucks harder. The knot was building in Rio’s stomach as she struggled to direct the pleasure through her body. It was perfectly too much and with a startled cry, Rio let go.
Her form flickered for a moment, but held as Agatha didn’t even flinch, licking and sucking still. Rio held on tighter to the headboard of the bed, her hips grinding harder into Agatha. Another finger was placed inside her, Agatha pulling her mouth away for her thumb to press into her clit. This time Agatha watched her, eyes calculating and dangerous. It was thrilling, intoxicating– she came again, but Rio didn’t need a break, to the Mother, she could be fucked like this for days. As if reading her mind, Agatha dipped her head back down, sucking hard on her clit again, but removed her fingers. Her tongue was back, licking and thrusting inside her. Rio reached down, bringing her face closer, needing a little more friction. Agatha let her ride her face until with more harsh suck to her clit, Rio was unravelled all over again. Her head threw back as the electricity was too much, seeing white. A splintering sound echoed behind her as the plants bloomed so bright, they wilted and died.
Agatha kissed her inner thighs, pulled her head out from Rio’s crushing grip. She chuckled, leaning over her and kissing her neck. Rio opened her eyes, removing her hands from the crushed headboard. Blues met hers again as a gleam of her own come shined on her chin. Rio licked it away before guiding Agatha to straddle her leg. The message was clear, Agatha following her and pushing her own thigh against Rio. They moved at a slow pace this time, listening to soft moans and wetness ring through the room. They never left each other’s gaze, the strange look in Agatha’s eyes again. Agatha went first, her body shuddering on Rio before soaking her thigh, but she didn’t stop and their eyes never left each other’s. Rio never had sex like this, it was new and charged with something so scary but so real. She felt their connection humming, the tether between them growing stronger. Her heart was beating faster as Agatha moaned but bit her lip. Rio pushed her, guiding her to ride her thigh faster until she was a moaning mess on her.
“Fuck, fuck, Rio,” she moaned, her eyes closed.
Rio slowed her, forcing her eyes to snap open, “Eyes open, sweetheart.”
Agatha kept her gaze as their pace sped up. Agatha moved forward, her forehead resting against Rio’s as they continued the simple fluid motion. Rio kissed underneath her jaw, knowing the witch was close again, but the witch, like always, surprised her. Agatha cupped her cheek before her lips came by her ear, kissing it delicately. Her breath hitched as she came again on Rio’s thigh and Rio was quick to join her. Rio wrapped her arms around her, pulling her into a gentle hug.
They sat like that for a moment, breathing as one as Rio nuzzled into the soft scent from Agatha’s hair. Her body relaxed, the woman on top of her bringing a strange sense of security and vulnerability all at the same time. It scared her, but Rio couldn’t bring herself to turn away– she didn’t want to turn away. She didn’t want to be anywhere else and didn’t want Agatha with anyone else.
Agatha was the first to move, cupping Rio’s face with both hands. Eyes searched the other’s and from Agatha’s mouth came a sentence Death didn’t think she would ever hear spoken to her, “I love you, Lady Death.”
***
On the Road of Purgatory
Death turned to the boy, not meaning to relive that moment: the first time Agatha and her were entwined and first confession of love. Sure Rio had fallen first and Agatha even harder, but Rio’s testament was different. She was immortal, and how could a Death love a mortal? Yet she did, and she would till the end of time. She was fond of the memory, even though at first it scared her, but it was one of the memories she clung to after Nicholas.
She focused back on the boy, finding him stiff and a sick look on his face. If Death’s heart was still beating, it would have thrummed with embarrassment as Billy stared at her. His eyes bulged from his face as his lip curled in disgust.
“I thought you said I wouldn’t see that! ” he yelled, backing away from her. “Oh my God–”
“Okay, okay,” Death growled, her magic encircling him and wiping the memory away.
Billy’s facial expression relaxed, looking at her confused, “Why was the memory black? What’s wrong with it?”
Death cocked her head, “Did you hear anything?”
“No, only Agatha’s voice telling you that she loves you.”
Death nodded her head, “Good, that’s all you need to know.”