And it Beats For You
Sex was slow that night, passionate, and delicate. They swallowed each other in their love, a different light entering the cottage. Moans were mixed with breaths of ‘I love you’s and laughter. Agatha lit something else entirely in Rio. Her heart was pounding and normally, her moments where her skin slipped away was laced in anxiety and embarrassment, where now only laced with safety and acceptance. Agatha wanted to be hers and she wanted to be Agatha’s. Her heart thundered as eyes stared down at her with tenderness, with love, and of course a little bit of lust.
Agatha smirked, chuckling to herself as she moved over Rio, “Oh my love, I wish it was tonight, fucking like this in the forest, my soul bound to yours– fuck!”
Rio had curled her fingers, a hand on Agatha’s hip to help guide her as she grinded over her. She placed kisses on Agatha’s chest, mainly around her heart as Agatha’s breaths grew heavier. It was late, the very witching hour upon them and yet here they were, in Rio’s bed with Agatha riding her fingers. She sucked sharply right below her nipple, receiving another moan.
“Patience, mi corazón. I taught you better than that,” she replied, watching the way Agatha’s eyes struggled to keep hers.
She squeezed around her fingers, a loud squelching sound echoing in the cottage. Rio kept her gaze, reveling in the way Agatha rocked on her. Her hair down to her waist, sweat on her brow as her sounds were loud, dirty, and the true music Rio loved. She quickly found Agatha could never stay quiet for long, her moans long and breathy in her ear. Each gasp sent shocks to Rio’s core, and when Agatha came, she would hum, guiding her through them either roughly or slowly– whatever her witch was in the mood for. Fucking in the forest was nothing new. Work and play, true to the name. The chances Rio did make it to take the bodies, one of them would pin the other to a tree, to a rock, on the ground even if there was blood– it didn’t matter. Their love casted over corpses. It was always quick and wild, hard and nasty. They hadn’t done that in a while, but in the cottage was different. There wasn’t a single spot where they didn’t make love for hours, especially after the first night. Rio was addicted to the way Agatha tasted, to the way she sounded, to the way she was human, and addicted to the way Agatha always called her, ‘my love.’
This night was completely different. They were slow and not even slow in a cruel way. They just took their time, Agatha loving every part of Rio, every part of Lady Death. When Rio would be overstimulated, her human form would melt. Agatha would only smile lovingly down at her, placing soft lingering kisses along her jaw bone, even her teeth that were filled with Earth’s dirt. They would move to her cheekbones down her neck and to her ribs where her black heart would thrum wildly underneath. And the thing that made Death’s heart beat faster was there was never hesitance in Agatha’s intentions, only intent, only love, and only adoration.
Agatha’s gasp caught Rio’s attention, her head thrown back as Rio adjusted her hand, her thumb coming up and pressing gentle circles on her clit. Agatha was becoming overstimulated, and tonight wasn’t the night for that roughness. She knew how to get Agatha there quickly and without that pleasurable pain her witch usually loved. It didn’t take long until Agatha moaned her name, her body spasming, and her pussy clamping onto Rio’s fingers. Agatha fell forward, soaking Rio’s hand. Her arms rested on Rio’s shoulders, their foreheads together as Agatha panted, riding out the rest of her high. Lady Death smirked, kissing her lips quickly before waiting for her love to move. They stayed like that for a moment, Agatha breathing in the sweet pine of Rio before pulling her face away.
“I love you, Agatha,” Rio told her, their lips locking before Agatha pulled away again.
She lifted up, Rio pulling her fingers out and licking them clean like there was nothing more than frosting on them. She laid down, knowing what the witch needed now. It was late and the look in Agatha’s eyes was pleasure, contempt, and tiredness. Her Green Magic was quick, lifting the furs as she guided Agatha into her arms. The younger woman curled up into her, her head on her chest as Rio wrapped her arm around her, the other taking Agatha’s hand that rested over her heart. The furs wrapped around them tightly as Rio restarted the fire, knowing her empty body wouldn’t provide enough heat for the witch, yet she never shivered against her. Rio brushed her fingers through Agatha’s hair as part of their routine, knowing it would knock the witch out and into a deep sleep.
“My love,” Agatha whispered. “How does it feel to have a heart now? Does it always beat?”
Placing her lips on her forehead, she replied, “It’s strange, human. It’s a weird sense that there is something else inside me– and don’t you dare start, Agatha.” She stopped the smart comment, making the purple witch laugh before continuing, “But not always. When I am doing my job and in my realm it doesn’t beat, but when I think of you and when I am with you, it does.”
“Why only with me?” she murmured, her eyes closed as sleep was beginning to win.
Agatha didn’t last for Rio to answer the question. Her heart beat slowed, her breaths deep and she clung to her tighter as she always did. Agatha didn’t do this when they first slept together. She only started noticing it after the first couple of times Rio could not wait for her to wake and she had to slip away for her job. She wondered if it was because her subconscious didn’t want her to go, and at first, Rio thought that notion would be crazy, but nothing is crazier than a mortal bounding her soul to Lady Death. She wondered if Agatha would somehow cheat Death in that sense. Would she live forever as Lady Death’s consort? Would she become known as Death’s mistress or something twisted as humans had a habit for? Would Agatha also take Lady Death’s title? Rio silently hoped, wanting to share that part of her world, to really show Agatha how beautiful the balance was, but also so the balance wouldn’t take her.
Rio kissed her head softly again, her fingers never ceasing in Agatha’s hair, “It only formed because of you, my love. Therefore, it beats for you.”
***
Agatha didn’t wake until the midafternoon, and Rio had refused to move. She didn’t have to as she felt the power from the moon already flowing through her veins…bones. Her body rattled with power, her selves separating and roaming the planes for her. Her human form didn’t even melt as a tsunami took the lives of thousands. She smirked, for once not minding to miss it. She was with her future, her heart, the love of her existence. She gazed back down at Agatha’s sleeping form. She was at peace, for once that beautiful big brain relaxing and resting. She let out a few soft snores, and it always made Rio smile. Humans and sleep was something she was always fascinated about. She could watch Agatha sleep every night, and when she did have the chance, her gaze never left her. Rio’s fingers hadn’t stopped combing through the chestnut locks since the witch had fallen asleep, knowing how much it calmed her.
A shift in Agatha caught her attention. She was waking up, but pretending to be asleep. Rio continued her soft gaze at her, wondering how such small acts brought comfort. Agatha seemed to be contemplating, wondering if Rio kept true to her word and stayed with her. When she realized that she did, a smile tugged on her plump lips, her body further slumping into Rio. She didn’t rush her, allowing the witch to wake up in her own time. Her gaze shifted for a second, her tarantula climbing on the bed. She peered back down at Agatha, her Green Magic lifting the creature and placing her back on the table. As much as she cared for the tarantula, she knew Agatha hated the idea of something with so many legs crawling on her, even if she would never admit to Rio. The bunny was next, hopping up and curling at their feet. Agatha wouldn’t care, and secretly Rio hoped Senõr Scratchy would join them in their cuddle session.
A smirk pulled on the Green Witch’s lips, her magic guiding the bunny to rest on her stomach before he curled into Agatha’s side. Agatha moved, her hand grabbing the bunny gently and bringing him closer to her face. She watched as she nuzzled into him. Her nose was buried in the white and brown fur as Scratchy closed his eyes with Agatha. A softness washed over them as the sun greeted them through the window behind them. Rio kept the steady motion of her fingers feeling Agatha drift again. A smile tattooed itself to her face. Her body was light and for once she didn’t feel the burden of souls on her shoulders. Lady Death was simply in peace, lying in bed with her soon-to-be wife and bunny curled up against her.
Agatha started to wake again after an hour, seeming to understand her surroundings. Rio only watched, her love nuzzling into the bunny’s fur before pressing closer against her naked body. She stayed with her eyes closed, but Rio knew she was awake for good now and they had to get ready for tonight.
Rio kissed her head, “Mi corazón, I know you’re awake.”
The woman didn’t move off of her, chuckling lightly, “And I know you were watching me the whole night like some creep.”
“Mmm?” she hummed. “You rather I didn’t? You rather that you didn’t wake up with me and Senõr Scratchy.”
Agatha squeezed her eyes shut, the laughter dying from her lips, “Oh what I would do to wake up every morning with you, my love.”
Rio sat up slightly, bending down and kissing her lips, “As would I, my love, but come, we have much to prepare for tonight.”
Agatha perked up at that, the bunny leaving her grasps and bouncing where the fire had gone out. Her lover moved over her, straddling her waist. Rio took in her body, mapping out every scar, every freckle, every line, and oh the bruises she left on her chest. She knew no one would see them but them, but they were there. They were there, a clear display of what belonged to her. Agatha would be hers for all eternity, in life and death, and tonight would solidify that. Lady Death smirked at the thought of her hands running on the witch’s sides. This mortal, this would be hers and hers alone, and she just knew Agatha wouldn’t love anyone else.
The purple witch smirked at her, “What? You are saying we have to practice?”
“Agatha,” Rio said softly, snapping out of her daze and sitting up, “We have to go to the market and get the right supplies for the ceremony. We need new candles. We need to pick out our yarn, write our vowels, and I am sure you wouldn’t mind a new blanket.”
The witch turned her head, “Why blankets?”
She huffed, her hand moving up Agatha’s arm and leaving a trail of goosebumps, “Because you are still human, my love. I am not a warm body. Now, come on.”
Agatha moved with ease off of her, stretching on the edge of the bed before going to a chest where Rio had fashioned clothes for her. All of them were various colors of purples and blues for her witch, but today had to be different. Going out into town would make them open. Every witch would be out today, gathering fresh supplies and she knew they all knew of the infamous Agatha Harkness: the witch killer. She would be recognized with ease with so many, especially if any of them were the Salem Seven.
Her magic was quicker than the witch could comprehend. Rio dressed herself in a green gown. It was simple, a dark green lace outlining the skirts and bodice. The bodice had runes printed around them for protection and power. Agatha, however, she thought that the woman was going kill her. Rio’s eyes roamed over her form, black trousers wrapped around her, a pine green cotton shirt tucked into them. She had wraps around Agatha’s chest, binding her form, as a new leather coat sat on her shoulders. Agatha’s long locks were pinned into a simple hat, and the few strands that could not fit, were wrapped in a small bun on the back of her head.
“Rio?” Agatha gasped, staring down at the outfit before running to the mirror. “What is this?”
Death smirked, coming behind her. She rested a hand on Agatha’s shoulder, “Well, we can’t go out with the amount of the witches that will be in the market. A simple disguise will work as we collect what we need, mi corazón.”
“You’re crazy, my love,” Agatha smiled, turning to face her. “So what, I am your husband escorting you through town?”
She chuckled, kissing her cheek, “Whatever you want. Let’s not be late. We should still go with the town being busy so we can blend in.”
Rio guided them with ease, her powers apparating them before the town. They looked down from the woods, staring at the bustling streets with vendors, horse carriages, and priests. They would have to stray away from the priests. Agatha already had her share of being tied up too many times to a pyre before she could escape with her powers with ease. She didn’t need to be tonight’s spectacle, especially with the Seven on their trail. They walked down, Agatha taking Rio’s arm as they entered town. The energy was thick, crackling in the air between the dozens of women who busied the vendors. Rio didn’t understand it. How did the humans not know tonight there would be sabbaths throughout the woods? Each coven, powerful, weak, big, or small would be in their element, taking energy, and returning it with intention to the Divine Mother.
She looked at Agatha when a grip around her arm tightened. Her gaze was set, her eyes dark and trained ahead. Rio followed it, finding a coven of witches dressed as fine ladies, charming a vendor. Their magic crackled, calling to Agatha to take. Rio knew the look, the blood thirst in her eyes and oh how she wanted to sit back and watch the chaos her witch could cause, but the Salem Seven were too close, too dangerous, and Rio wouldn’t let them spoil their night. Rio reached over, kissing Agatha’s cheek, drawing her attention back. Their eyes spoke with ease, the blues giving her a softened look as Rio’s earthy ones nodded their acknowledgement but warned her. Agatha took it, her grip loosening ever so slightly as they approached a spinster.
“Hello,” Rio’s voice became soft, already seeing how the old woman’s demeanor grew unsettled.
Her eyes widened the smallest bit as her skin even paled. She froze for a moment, her eyes casting over Rio before allowing herself to relax the smallest bit at Rio’s glazed tone.
“My husband and I are looking to renew our vowels. We are hoping for some strong twine for a hand-fasting,” she said smoothly, now realizing maybe she shouldn’t have said handfasting. “We are travelling back to Europe soon, but our anniversary is in a few days.”
The woman smiled softly, looking over both of them, “Oh, yes, you Europeans do have some queer ways, but I have just the thing.”
She turned, pulling out a chest and placing it on the wooden ledge.
“I have quite a few couples renewing their vows soon. It’s beautiful to see such a wonderful young man and his wife in love.”
Rio felt the fake smile pull tight on her cheeks, “Yes, he’s been absolutely wonderful.”
She turned back the chest, both of them finding enough twine to weave the cord. They found colors of greens and purples, both of them quietly picking the few before Rio grabbed black, holding them out to the vendor. They didn’t cost much, not that it mattered to Rio who could make whatever currency appear in her hand at will. To be sure, she turned to Agatha, reaching inside her satchel and pulling out a pouch. Her hand grabbed at nothing, producing the shillings as the lady wrapped the cords.
“Thank you, I wish you two such a happy marriage. Maybe next time you’re here, a few little ones will be with you.”
Rio stifled a laugh. She was Death and the offspring of Death surely, would not survive long.
She couldn’t stop herself from flashing her teeth, a grazed grin on her face as she allowed Death to be more present in her features. No one would see but her, Agatha, and the woman. With ease she reached for her soul, finding her name as her eyes glowed and a black rot took shape around her eyes and mouth.
“See you soon, Martha,” her voice dropping low.
They both watched as the spinster grew pure white, frozen in place as Rio turned them away, laughing, “Have a lovely evening.”
As soon as they were far enough, they both burst out into a fit of laughter, Agatha throwing her head back, “Oh my love, you are cruel.”
Rio flashed her grin at her before feigning defense and hurt, “I thought I would let her know her time was near. I was just being friendly.”
“I thought you were about to shorten it,” Agatha snorted as they found the wool vendor.
She couldn’t stop the bare of teeth, her nose scrunching in delight, “Oh, I might have just by a few minutes. She dies this evening. My shadows will scare and take her.”
They both stifled their laughter as they came across tables of fresh blankets made of both wool, and other furs. Agatha was quick, picking thicker blankets and nodding to the shop keeper as he wrapped them. Rio came forward doing as they had done before and making the silver coins out of nothing. They would disappear in two days-time without a trace.
Just as they finished the transaction, a force sent them off their feet. Rio grabbed Agatha, cushioning her fall as they crashed into the wood, slamming hard into the ground. She sat up, anger flashing as she turned back to Agatha who was holding her head, but purple sparked around them. Her disguise was ruined, her long locks tangled down her back as her eyes glowed. They both stood up, Rio allowing her Green to come forward as they stared at the scene around them. Smoke covered most of their vision as screams sang from every direction. They heard the pounding of footsteps, and the magic cracking through the air like a whip. Rio pulled on Agatha, tugging her back for them to disappear, but it was too late.
“Agatha Harkness,” the whispers wrapped around them, sending chills through Agatha.
“Agatha Harkness, murderer! Witch killer! Betrayer!”
The Salem Seven.
They both watched as a fox stepped from the smoke, the fire now eating away around her. A coyote came beside the fox with a snake wrapped around its neck and a rat crawled from between the snake’s fangs. An owl and crow then landed with a cicada falling from the owl’s beak. In a blink they were human, well somewhat. They dressed in black, covering everything as they slinked around the pair, surrounding them in seconds.
“Can you really not kill, my love?” Agatha whispered.
Rio shook her head, the roots coming forward and surrounding them, “Sorry to end the fun, mi amor.”
With ease, the roots consumed them just as the Seven attacked. They clawed and bit at the wood, their screeches growing in volume, but as Death, they were no match for her. Rio took her dagger, cutting the veil to her realm and dragging them through. Encased in darkness, Rio felt her love latch onto her, growing tense. She led them with practiced ease around the twists and halls. She knew Agatha could not see, her steps hesitant in the pitch until they saw a low green light ahead. Rio was silent, guiding the mortal through the realm until they walked through the doors to Rio’s throne room.
“My–”
Rio’s growl silenced her, her voice reaching out through Death’s powers, Not here, Agatha. To you, I am just Lady Death. Do not fight me on this.
Agatha grew rigid as Rio led them up the steps where a large throne sat. It was grand, the whole thing made of skeletons bound in roots and vines. The greenery reached up high into the ceiling with it being green at the top and where Rio sat, the bones and roots were dead, decaying in all their glory. Rio had barely processed her transformation. She kept the eyes, the hair, and body of Rio, but her nose below to her waist was Lady Death. Agatha let go of her, stopping a few steps below as Rio sat with grace, looking down at the mortal. Like always, Death expected fear, disdain, hatred even, but in the mortal eye’s was only amazement, reverence, and devotion. Lady Death would have smiled if the bones allowed her as Agatha fell to her knees, bowing before Death.
“Welcome, to my realm, Agatha Harkness. You are the first mortal who’s ever stepped foot here.”
Agatha didn’t speak, her gaze never leaving Rio’s as she let that settle on her shoulders. Lady Death turned her gaze away though, her eyes closing as her magic easily brought their supplies to the cottage as she watched the chaos. Death had to fetch the souls that were lost, including Martha’s. She dealt with them, her shadows finding Martha’s mangled body and bringing her forward with care.
“Hello, Martha.”
The old woman wept, staring at her mangled body, “I should have known. I felt it when you approached, Lady Death.”
Lady Death chuckled, “I did not kill you. I have no control, but the pull was there. You lived a long life, Martha, but it is time to go.”
Martha didn’t seem to hear her, most didn’t anyway, but they would walk with her to the Afterlife. Martha only raised her head, and Lady Death suppressed the urge to roll her eyes, knowing this soul was going to be difficult.
“The woman you were with–” it made Death chuckle “are you really married to her? Can Death really love?”
The last question stopped her, turning her gaze to the veil as the other souls came easier with them, “I am only Death, Martha. You can think whatever you want of me. Come, you don’t want to stay here any longer.”
Martha fell in step with her, “It gives me hope, Lady Death.”
With that, Martha turned to the veil, walking in without fear.
Lady Death opened her eyes, staring down at the woman still on her knees before her. Her heart was skipping around, a smile suppressed as she still saw the twinkle in Agatha’s rare patient gaze. She motioned her to come closer, wanting her touch. Agatha obeyed without a fight, for once, staying low as she walked up the stairs and once more dropped to her knees before her. Death caressed her cheek, feeling hot skin fall further into her caress. Agatha’s hand came up, holding it over the bones there before Death finished her job, her magic taking them back to the cottage. They both stood, finding time hadn’t passed and their goods they had bought, sat on their bed untouched. Rio felt herself grow nervous, realizing Agatha had just seen all of her, right before they were to be married. She saw the realm she vowed to take no mortal too, but couldn’t shake the gaze Agatha bestowed for her upon her throne.
Like usual, Agatha broke the silence, “You are so beautiful.”
Death melted, her human form present as Agatha brushed her hair away from her eyes, holding her face like she did the first time they kissed. She leaned in, closing the distance and letting the tension in her shoulders fall as Agatha pressed their bodies closer. It was passionate, their lips soft and matching like puzzle pieces, but too quick for her own liking, the witch pulling away.
“I can’t wait to be yours tonight,” the witch whispered, silencing the annoyance of the short kiss.
Rio drew her into a gentle hug, smelling the smallest amount of smoke from the previous fight, To the Mother, if I could just kill the Seven. But all that anger dissipated as she felt Agatha breathe in her own scent, nuzzling into her.
“And your realm, Rio. It’s incredible, and your throne–”
Rio hummed, “Yes, it’s where I materialized eons ago, my love.”
“Who knew you could look so attractive on a throne?” Agatha teased.
She scoffed, “I thought that would be obvious. You fell for me first anyway.”
Agatha threw her head back laughing at her, “My love, you fell for me first. The way you constantly followed me, you always knew when to appear, and the looks, Rio. But sure, believe that, just know I love you and I will never stop.”
Agatha placed another quick kiss on her lips as Rio couldn’t keep the stupid smile off her face. The witch was right, she had fallen first, but she was sure, the witch had fallen for her just as hard.
The evening came upon them quickly, and both of them ran among the cottage. Rio was in and out as she gathered the right herbs, candles, and ingredients from different markets across the world. Agatha weaved the cord with her hands, refusing to use her magic and set everything in a basket. Soon, both were sitting down in different spots, Agatha in the kitchen and Rio on the roof of the cottage, for Rio’s reasons of “it is comfortable” and “I know you, Agatha. You aren’t allowed to see my vows until I say them.” Rio knew exactly what to say. Agatha was hers and the bond between them was about to grow stronger. She knew every beat of Agatha’s heart and that heart would be hers forever as hers would be Agatha’s. As the moon started to rise, they gathered their stuff, Rio carrying the basket as she laced her fingers with her love’s. Together, they started out into the night where their bond would be sealed for eternity.
***
Rio laid the ingredients for the ritual out with a snap of her fingers. The only other light than the green candles that were laid out was from the rising Blood Moon. It casted a crimson glow across the night, lighting the trees in blood. Power sparkled, charging both of them and the rest of the night became restless. Rio had listened to the animals, the restlessness of them and patter of their paws among the earth. The owls sang demure songs through the skies, the crickets as their chorus. The larger frogs provided the base and the smaller ones the harmonies as the bats screeched their parts in huffs. The wind carried it, sending a small chill in the air yet neither of them felt it. The rush was immediate, the heat forming in Rio as she turned to Agatha.
Agatha was staring up at the moon, taking in its power. Her head was slightly upturned, the glow highlighting her hair and accenting her chin. Rio traced her cheekbones with her eyes, descending to her long neck and to the slow curves of Agatha’s body. She made her a gorgeous purple silk gown. It was lined with silver with the skirts embroidered in flowers, more accurately rio dipladenias. The sleeves were lined with runes, mostly for protection and positive energy, but Rio weaved the runes and symbols of love within the bodice, needing the woman before her to know how much she cared, how much she wanted her–needed her, how much she loved her. As much as Rio could stare at Agatha for hours, the hour was approaching. They needed to start the ritual.
“Agatha, my love,” Rio said softly, catching her attention.
Agatha took her outstretched hand, pulling her into the circle of candles and wool. Littered on the wool were pieces of jasmine, verbena, dill, roses, rosemary, peppermint, lavender, and basil– perhaps Rio went a little overboard with the herbs, but they would do, each bringing a certain property to their union. Rio never left her eyes as they stood in the center, magic highlighting their eyes in green and purple as the moon’s energy flowed through them. It was time.
“Agatha Harkness, I have roamed this plane long before its existence. I have seen everything there is to see, and yet you have constantly proved that wrong,” Rio began after their hands intertwined. You have reminded me of the means of life, how to live, how to thrive. I have been Death for so long that all I have focused on was the balance until you caught my attention. From the moment I felt that pull, I knew it was something special, but never did I expect it to be you. So, with these vows under this Sacred Blood Moon, I vow to be yours completely, with my love as fierce and relentless as the forces of the sacred balance. I will be at your side, whether physically or just a call away, with a loyalty as certain as the night and shadows, and as constant as the sun burns. My heart was forged in blackness and darkness for you, Agatha, and with every beat, it calls to you alone. For as long as I exist, my heart is yours, bound to you, and to you alone.”
Her body thrummed as the words came from her mouth from memory. She watched the smile on Agatha’s face, the way she relaxed and the smile as gorgeous as any other night. Agatha’s eyes softened, tears slowly slipping from the blues as she took a shaken breath, her hands tightening on Rio’s to ground herself.
“Rio Vidal, my Lady Death, my Green Witch, in a world where no one believed in me and only saw nothing, you have shown that I am something more. You have shown me power, love, and have made me feel seen. With the understanding that you forged your heart for me, you have reshaped mine. Tonight, under this Sacred Blood Moon, I vow to love you in all your wildness, strengths, darknesses, and deaths. I vow to meet you in the fire with a love that is dark and unyielding as the connection we share. I vow to meet you in the water, through the twists and turns the current provides. I vow to meet you in the earth, with the balance around us and in growth and decay. Finally, I vow to meet you in the air, through the night sky and its shadows, and in this breath of light. I am yours for all eternity, my soul to yours and in your hands, Lady Death. Rio Vidal, my heart belongs to you and will echo with yours until the end of time.”
Rio felt something in her eyes, something that stung, but she blinked it back, smiling at her love as she soaked the words in. In their shared silence of love, Agatha revealed the hand-fasting cord. The purple and green were weaved intricately, and the black was the perfect knot in the shape of a heart. Rio allowed her magic to seep out, wrapping the cord around their conjoined right hands. The latin slipped from both of their mouths in sync as green and purple magic intertwined around them under the red light. Their voices grew louder as a shock ran up Rio’s arm, latching on to her heart. She held under the pressure seeing the same shock in Agatha’s face. The cord wrapped tighter around their wrists, pulsing like a beating heart as the chant ended, the power washing through them.
The connection was stronger, swirling through Rio as the woman before her smiled. She didn’t wait, she couldn’t as the connection pulled her against Agatha. She latched her lips to hers melting in the softness and heat. It was everything and more. The air around them now hot as Rio’s fingers found the ties of Agatha’s dress. The witch allowed it to slide down her arms, revealing her bare form to the night. In the haze of tongue and lips, Rio found herself in the same position, her body matching perfectly against Agatha’s. She smirked into her lips, her leg wrapping around Agatha’s and tripping her into the wool. Rio fell with Agatha who landed with a grunt of surprise. They pulled away, their eyes speaking calmly as Agatha reached up, cupping her face once more like Rio was the most precious flower in the world.
“My beautiful wife,” she murmured.
Rio bared her teeth, “Not yet, mi corazón. We still have the last part of the ritual.”
With that, Rio smirked, knowing they didn’t have time for teases just yet. They had to complete it while the moon was at its fullest. Her lips latched back to Agatha’s, swallowing her gasps and breaths as Rio’s fingers trailed down her stomach and between her legs. She was met with a sea of wetness, making Rio chuckle. Agatha didn’t let her make the snide remark, silencing her with her tongue in her mouth. She took it, her fingers slowly pushing inside her. Agatha followed her movements, her own fingers pushing inside Rio who couldn’t stop the gasp leaving her lips. They moved in sync, moaning into each other’s mouths as magic pulsed from both of their fingertips. Sparks moved through Rio, electricity finding her as Agatha moaned louder, feeling Rio’s own magic inside her, guiding her and pleasuring her. The magic reached deep inside Rio, stimulating a part she couldn’t even place. It sent ripples of power through her, a wet noise joining in with the chorus of the night.
It didn’t take long, everything about the night heightening the emotions, the pleasure, and the magic. With one click across Rio’s clit and curl of her fingers inside Agatha, both of them came hard, white clouding their vision. Rio buried her face into Agatha, not able to move as something else happened. Something moved inside both of them, their conjoined hands burning as if fire had taken root. She turned, looking at their hands, finding the cord had disappeared. Both of them were glowing with the moon’s light. Pulling away slowly, Rio found her love’s eyes still purple with her power. She caressed her jaw, fishing for the connection and it almost burned Rio. It was powerful, thundering like they shared a heart. A softness washed over Rio, staring at the witch. The witch was hers, for all of eternity. Her heart was hers as much as her heart was Agatha’s. She couldn’t stop the smile, everything in Rio burning with life as she leaned forward, capturing the soft plump lips again. Agatha met her half way, pinning Rio on her back and straddling over her.
Rio laid back in the wool, staring at how the light casted onto her wife. She was shrouded by her curtain of hair as Agatha stared at their conjoined hands, wondering too where the cord went, before deciding it didn’t matter. They were married, under the Blood Moon and tied together forever. Rio didn’t miss the mischief in her wife’s eyes as an incantation was muttered between them. She recognized the incantation and gladly welcomed it. Between her thighs grew a fake phallus, its only use for pleasure for both of them as the spell granted Rio to feel as well. They didn’t always use it, but somehow, there were moments where Rio felt so close to Agatha, sinking the magic inside her but nothing could compare to moments ago, the magic coursing through both of them as they finalized the ritual.
Agatha sank around her, pulling the breath from Rio. She watched as Agatha sat down against her waist, her head thrown back as she breathed heavily. Her hands found the witch’s hips, a possessive tight grip that Agatha loved. She moved her in a slow hard rhythm, Agatha forcing herself down roughly as pleasure consumed them both. The magic still swirled around them, the purple flashing in Agatha’s eyes. Rio moaned, feeling the way she was squeezing around her. Their gazes never left, except for Rio who found herself sneaking glances below her chin. She smirked when Agatha’s thrusts staggered unevenly. She took the open advantage and flipped her on her back. Rio never stopped the movement, her hips grinding into Agatha’s as they both moaned in a loud chorus. Agatha’s eyes squeezed shut, her neck exposing for Rio’s teeth who gladly sank them, licking over the wound before it could bleed too much.
“Oh Rio,” she moaned, writhing under her.
The smirk was menacing, “Not yet, my love.”
Rio found a harder pace, needing it for herself. Her grip was bruising on her hips, fingers digging in tightly as her thrusts became frantic and short. The pressure grew in her lower stomach until it was too much to handle. With one final thrust, they both came, calling each other’s name before Rio caught herself over Agatha. Sweat covered her body, her legs wrapped tightly around Death as she shook. Rio fared no better, her eyes closed shut as she rode the rest of her orgasm against Agatha. She swore, their heads resting against each other’s, calming the other down softly. Hands threaded into Rio’s hair, the hand resting on the back of her head as Agatha’s legs let go. Without another word, Agatha got rid of the magic, bringing Rio into those soft, velvet lips.
Rio tasted her, her own hands cupping the witch’s face before pulling her lips down along her jaw and to her neck. She licked the blood off that lingered there before drawing more and healing that too. Oh how she loved how her witch tasted. Rio continued the tour on Agatha’s body, moving from her neck, down to her breasts. She sucked and licked, her teeth pulling at her nipple, causing Agatha to arch into her. She chuckled darkly, sucking another mark next to her heart, refusing to heal it. Agatha swore, a hand coming on top of Rio’s head and pushing her down further. Instead of fighting, Rio listened, dipping between Agatha’s legs and sucking on her thighs before burying her tongue in wet, soft lips. Legs found their way on her shoulders as she tasted the rich taste of sweetness and power that was her love. Strong thighs squeezed around her head and an idea struck Rio. Within seconds, Rio was on her back, her love sitting on top of her. Agatha froze, staring down at her unsure, but with gentle hands, she pulled her close enough for her tongue to reach out and lick a single strip through the folds again.
“Fuck,” Agatha swore, her eyes closing and head going back as her hips pushed forward.
Rio chuckled, guiding the witch’s hips again as her tongue toyed inside her. The moans were loud, constant, and vulgar, echoing over the wet noises as Rio’s tongue swirled and tasted, but Agatha was holding back. With ease, Rio’s hands forced her hips down and handled the thrusts to something faster and harder. Agatha didn’t hold back as Rio’s nose bumped against her clit. She didn’t care staring up at the woman who thrashed above her. Agatha’s head was back again as this time a hand pushed her hair back as she came, but Agatha didn’t stop and Rio didn’t want her to. She pushed her tongue in deeper, helping her hips as the witch fucked herself on Death’s face. Then, with a few sparks of Rio’s magic, Agatha came with a scream, soaking Rio’s mouth, chin, and down to her neck. She chuckled deeply, knowing her witch– her wife would need a moment. Rio took them back to their cottage in seconds, setting aside their supplies in the kitchen as she now held Agatha in bed. With the woman in her arms, she waited for her to come down from her high and the Blood Moon dimmed outside. It didn’t matter now. Rio and Agatha had used the moon’s power, tying their souls and hearts until the very end of time.