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For the last decade, Agatha Harkness had been decimating witches naive (or dumb, in her opinion) enough to believe in her Witches’ Road scheme. It'd work every time. All she had to do was tell them that she knew how to reach a place where they could get whatever they wanted if they were strong enough to survive it (if the Witches’ Road was real, none of these witches would survive it, she thought) and then, rightfully so, ridicule them for not being able to open a non-existent door to a non-existent place. Their insecure brains would always break, and they'd believe they were strong enough to defeat her. As if.
Somewhere along the way, she had met her now wife of eight years, Rio Vidal. They had originally met when Rio was on her (admittedly very hot) Lady Death form, and Rio as Agatha would most oftenly see her had come to exist when Rio caught her staring at a girl with that appearance for what she judged to be a little too long a few weeks after their first meeting. Agatha was supposed to have eyes for her and for her only. Agatha didn't tell her then that she already did. Something about her jealousy was so hot and made Agatha so stupidly wet.
The arrangement that they had ensured that Agatha would get her powers, and Rio would get her bodies. The additional reward for both of them was usually a few hours of marathon sex, the amount of which mostly depended on the quality and quickness of Agatha's work per Rio's judgement. It would, however, always go on for at least three hours.
This time, however, she decided to do something different. Her old ways were getting boring. She found a group of young witches at a tavern and paid for their drinks. Agatha knew that she was hot (Rio would remind her of that about a hundred times per day), and so there was no way that her plan of seducing them to join her coven wouldn't work. One of them in particular seemed especially interested, though, and was soon getting touchy. Agatha considered telling her off right then and there, but then she realized that bringing it up to Rio later would get Rio pissed off and therefore Agatha fucked into the mattress for a few hours.
The girl introduced herself as Wanda Maximoff, and told Agatha that she was trying to learn how to manage her newfound powers. Agatha promised to help her with that when they came back from the road, because Wanda would surely make it through since she was ‘so beautiful that Agatha couldn't take her eyes off of her and nothing bad would be able to happen that way’. It satisfied her enough, and Agatha was sure that Wanda's wish at the end of the road would be to be able to fuck Agatha forever and ever. Thank god the road isn't real, Agatha thought.
When she eventually told her that it was a lie, she didn't even look that good and Agatha would never give a simple witch like her a chance, she blasted Agatha immediately, like a good dramatic lesbian would, and her friends quickly joined in. It was way easier than she thought it'd be. Maybe she should do this more often.
Agatha was admiring her handiwork with a satisfied hum when Rio showed up to collect her due. Agatha looked at her and smirked.
“Can you believe that witch over there,” Agatha said, pointing to the body closest to them, “actually thought that I was in love with her?”
Rio tilted her head. “Excuse me?”
Oh, right. Agatha hadn't told her about her plans.
“What did you say?” Rio asked, her hands already clenching into fists. Perfect, Agatha thought.
“I told her that she was really pretty. Couldn't take my eyes off of her. Let her touch me a little…” Agatha purred.
“Excuse me?” Rio asked again. “Are you out of your mind?”
Agatha giggled.
“Come on. It was a really good move. And it obviously worked,” she said, motioning to the four bodies around them.
“Are you serious?” Rio snarled. “You let some random bitch touch you to steal her powers? Why?”
“To steal her powers,” Agatha said with a shrug. “You said it yourself.”
“You're—seriously?”
“Are you jealous?”
Rio responded by growling and turning on her heels. She stomped the whole short walk back to their cabin, and Agatha followed right behind with a huge grin on her face. She was definitely, absolutely, about to get railed into another dimension. She became more sure of that when Rio almost slammed the door in her face. And she became even more sure when Rio slammed her against that same door and pulled at her clothes.
“Is this what you wanted?” Rio asked, pulling Agatha's pants and underwear down roughly. Agatha heard a faint ripping sound and hummed contentedly.
“Mm-hmm. Wanted you to be jealous. Wanted you to think about what she could've done to me if I had let her.”
Rio tugged at Agatha's shirt until the buttons snapped off. Predictably, she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. “You're mine. Only mine. You should know that by now.”
Before Agatha could muster a reply, Rio pushed her into the bed. She landed with a smirk and a low moan.
Rio cursed under her breath as she quickly peeled her own clothes off and tossed them somewhere. She opened her bedside drawer and retrieved what had become their favorite sex knife. Agatha stared at it and moaned.
“Since you're going to act this pathetic…” Rio mused. She snapped her fingers and a few strands of green wrapped around Agatha's wrists and ankles and morphed into vines, securing her tightly to the bed.
“God, you get so horny when you're jealous. It's the hottest thing ever.”
“I am not horny.”
“I can smell you from here, you know,” Agatha said, shrugging as best as she could.
Rio growled and straddled her waist. Agatha licked her lips and grinned.
“Well, now I can feel you. You're not exactly helping yourself,” Agatha teased.
Rio put the knife to her throat. “Shut the fuck up. Where did you let her touch you?”
Agatha giggled and pulled at the restraints to arch into the knife. “Untie me and I'll show you.”
Rio tilted her head as if she was considering. Then, with a flick of her free wrist, the restraints tightened.
“Good try,” she cooed. “Tell me where. Use your words.”
Agatha pulled at the restraints again. “Come on, my love. Untie me. I can be so good.”
Rio made the restraints tighter again.
“You can be good by telling me where you let that bitch touch you.”
“Untie me,” Agatha said again.
“If you ask me that one more time, I'll use some paralytic spell, and—”
“Fuck,” Agatha gasped. “Do that. Please, please, please—”
Rio raised an eyebrow and scoffed. “Of course you'd be into that. You're a sick fuck, you know that?”
Agatha grinned and nodded. “And you're still soaking my thigh. Which doesn't make you much better than me.”
Rio looked down at the trail of slick under her and groaned. “You're so fucking insufferable. Why did I even marry you?”
“Mm. Let's see,” Agatha mused. “Because I give the best head ever. And because I know how to fuck you with a strap better than anyone else ever could. And because—”
Rio cut her off with a scoff. “You sound awfully sure of yourself for someone who rarely gets to do that.”
Agatha wouldn't call an almost fifty-fifty arrangement rarely, but she wasn't going to argue.
“You are such a good sub when you do let me top you, though.”
Rio growled and pressed the knife down harder. “That's enough. Where did she touch you?”
Agatha giggled before finally replying, “My thigh.”
Rio ran the knife up Agatha's thigh, stopping right at the middle. “Here?”
Agatha shook her head with a smirk. “No. A little higher.”
She dragged the knife higher, keeping an eyebrow raised.
“There. Right there.”
Rio gripped the knife tighter and carved a rather delicate R.V. on the soft skin there. Agatha looked down and licked her lips at the sight of the faint trail of blood that had formed.
“She touched my waist too.”
Rio cursed under her breath and dragged the knife along Agatha's waist until she stopped her. She signed another R.V. there.
Agatha was breathing a little heavier now. “My shoulder.”
They repeated that process a few times. When Agatha was done, a good chunk of her body had Rio's signature in it. She wished it'd scar deeply and stay there forever.
“You should put your fingers in me,” Agatha breathed. “I'm so fucking wet.”
“No,” Rio growled. “And stop acting pathetic.”
“I know you want to feel how much I'm dripping for you.”
There was no point in arguing about that, actually, so Rio moved her free hand down to between Agatha's legs and gently stroked the hair there, cursing under her breath when she found it slightly sticky with Agatha's wetness.
“All this just from me claiming what's mine?”
Agatha shook her head. “From you. God, Rio, you're so fucking hot.”
Rio smirked and pushed two fingers down to the last knuckle and twisted her wrist to thrust into Agatha's favorite spot, and she moaned so loudly that Rio was sure that stupid little witch had heard it from the pits of where she had ferried her soul to.
“You're so wet,” Rio moaned. She fucked her a little harder and groaned at the squelching sounds the movements were making.
Agatha nodded wildly.
“Say that I'm the only one who gets you this wet,” she whispered roughly.
“Only you,” was all that Agatha managed.
“You know that's not how this works,” Rio chided. “Say it properly.”
“You're the only—” She cut herself off with a whine when Rio curled her fingers. “Fuck, Rio.”
Rio nodded and raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”
“You're the only one who makes me this wet,” Agatha choked out. “Rio, please.”
Rio smirked and rewarded her obedience by thrusting repeatedly into her g-spot.
“Please,” Agatha whined again. “Fuck, Rio, please, please, please, please.”
Rio couldn't literally read Agatha's mind, but based on experience, she guessed that she was begging for a third finger. She began fucking her harder and faster in response and Agatha sobbed.
Still, she asked, “Please, what?”
Predictably, Agatha moaned, “Third finger. Please, Rio.”
Rio smirked and leaned down to lick a stripe up Agatha's neck and suck on her pulse point. Agatha groaned and she pressed her thumb to her clit.
“I don't know, Agatha,” she whispered into her ear. “You've been a terrible girl all day.”
“Please.”
Rio bit and sucked on Agatha's neck for a while, moaning and humming against her skin and groaning every time Agatha whined desperately under her. She eventually lost the tiny bit of self-control that she had and pressed a third finger in, feeling some slickness seep out of her when Agatha screamed and jolted at the stretch.
“Fuck, Rio,” Agatha moaned. “If you'd just untie me, I'd—”
Rio raised an eyebrow and curled her fingers. “You'd what?”
“I'd—” She shook her head. Rio was fucking her so hard and so fast. She couldn't think about anything other than Rio and her fingers.
“Go on,” Rio pressed. “Don't start something you can't finish.”
She took a few deep breaths. “I'd fuck your mouth until you passed out. I'd hold you down, pull your hair—”
Rio moaned and nodded. Her grip on the knife tightened and she pushed it a little harder into Agatha's neck. “What else?”
“I'd fuck you with my strap. Pound into you hard and fast, just how you like it. Rub your clit with two fingers. That always makes you squirt,” Agatha continued. “God, I love making you squirt.”
“I'd want to clean the strap afterwards,” Rio said, punctuating it with a string of harder thrusts that made Agatha mewl.
Agatha nodded. “I'd let you.”
Rio whimpered. She threw the knife somewhere and shifted to better straddle Agatha's thigh. She put her free hand on her chest and started riding her leg.
“You're so fucking wet,” Agatha groaned.
“You'll never have any idea what you do to me,” Rio gasped, speeding up her thrusts and the grind of her cunt against Agatha's thigh. “Fuck, Agatha.”
“Does thinking about me fucking another woman turn you on that much?” Agatha teased.
Maybe a little, Rio thought.
“No,” she snapped. “That only pisses me off.”
“Liar.”
Rio grunted and squeezed one of Agatha's breasts and rolled a hardened nipple between her fingers. Agatha moaned and the muscles on her thigh tensed and pressed harder against Rio's clit. Rio whined and sped up the roll of her hips again and twisted her wrist to be able to thrust relentlessly into Agatha's g-spot.
“Gonna come,” Agatha sobbed.
Rio moaned and ground down even harder and lost all control of how loud she was being, especially when she felt Agatha clench hard around her and soak her fingers. Rio came hard with another roll of her hips and groaned at the feeling of her own slick underneath her.
“So good for me,” Agatha hummed. “Thank you for coming on my thigh.”
Rio smirked. “So polite.”
She trailed wet kisses along Agatha's neck as she caught her breath before collapsing next to her and sighing contentedly.
Agatha raised an eyebrow. “I did all that for you to only give me one orgasm? Seriously?”
“I'm not going to reward you for the stunt you pulled.”
“Not asking for a reward,” Agatha purred. “I think it'd be really mean if you kept me tied up here while you ate me out.”
As much as she hated to admit it, Agatha was right. Rio giggled and licked her lips and trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses down Agatha's body. Agatha spread her legs and tilted her hips up.
The sight of Agatha dripping and clenching around nothing made Rio moan loudly. She put her hands on Agatha's thighs and leaned in to tease her clit with kitten licks. She batted her eyelashes at her when Agatha groaned in frustration.
“Rio, come on,” she whined, trying to push herself further into Rio's mouth.
Rio pulled away and licked her lips.
“Is something wrong?” she asked.
“Stop teasing me.”
“You're not in a spot to make demands, Agatha.”
“You could at least untie me, then. Let me put my hands on your hair.”
Rio raised an eyebrow. “You were the one who suggested this punishment. You'll have to deal with it.”
“It's a reward for you. I know how much you love it when I pull your hair,” Agatha said, batting her eyelashes.
“I don't fall for your tactics, Agatha. I know what your intentions are.”
Agatha cocked her head innocently. “I have no idea what you're talking about.”
“You're telling me that you're not planning on trying to top me?”
Okay, yes, but she'd obviously let Rio make her come first.
She gasped dramatically. “I'd never do that.”
Rio held her gaze for a while longer before shaking her head with a smirk.
“You're so unfair,” Agatha whined. “I know you want me to pull your hair.”
“Do you want my mouth back or do you want to keep arguing with me?”
Agatha responded by groaning and tilting her hips up onto Rio's mouth again. She leaned back in with a satisfied hum and licked a hard stripe up to Agatha's clit before flicking it with the tip of her tongue and pushing two fingers down to the last knuckle and curling them.
“Shit, Rio, you're going to make me come so hard,” she gasped. “Don't—fuck. Don't stop. I'm so fucking close already.”
With a flick of her wrist, Rio released the restraints. Agatha gasped and immediately fisted her hair tightly with one hand, pushing her further into her so roughly that Rio whimpered and cursed under her breath before licking into her again. She pressed her tongue flat against Agatha's clit and she came hard. Agatha held Rio's head still as she thrashed and shrieked through her orgasm and Rio kept up the pace with her fingers until Agatha pulled her head away and tapped her hand three times.
“Sensitive,” Agatha choked out.
Rio pulled her fingers out and kept her eyes on Agatha's as she sucked them clean with a breathy moan before crawling back up her body. Agatha moaned at the sight of her dripping chin and licked a stripe from her jaw to her mouth and kissed her roughly, moaning at the taste of herself on Rio's tongue.
“You drive me insane,” Rio whispered roughly. She sucked a bruise under the shell of Agatha's ear. “Say you're mine.”
“I'm yours.”
“Only mine. Say it.”
Agatha nodded. “Only yours.”
Rio smirked and took Agatha's bottom lip between her teeth before soothing the bite with her tongue.
“But,” Agatha drawled. “I think that little witch would've lasted way more than only two rounds.”
“Oh, fuck you, Agatha.”
“That's what I'm trying to get you to do, if it's not too much to ask.”
Not fucking her would be too much to ask. Rio giggled and nuzzled into her neck, sucking a few bruises there. Agatha pulled her hair and kissed her roughly and they both moaned into each other's mouths.
“Insatiable slut,” Rio whispered against her mouth.
Agatha grinned. “Your fault.”
Rio rolled her hips down and they both groaned. “How is this my fault?”
“It's not my fault that I love your mouth and your fingers and your cunt this much and just can't get enough.”
Rio hummed and rolled her hips harder as she leaned in to nip at Agatha's jaw. “And my cock? Don't you love that too?”
“You know damn well I do,” Agatha replied, tilting her head to give Rio more access.
Rio smirked and nodded against her skin. “Mm. Is that what you want now, Agatha?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“Say please,” Rio cooed.
Agatha nodded. “Please.”
“You're being so obedient today.”
“Mm-hmm. Does that turn you on?”
Rio nodded. “I do like when you fight me for control, though…”
“Oh, I know you do,” Agatha said with a smirk. “You fuck me so good when you're holding me down.”
“I always fuck you so good,” Rio grunted.
She got off Agatha's lap and grabbed the knife from where it landed before motioning with it toward her. “Stay.”
Agatha wouldn't dream of moving. Or maybe she would, just to see if Rio would rail her against the wall, or on the floor, or against the wardrobe, or… her thoughts scattered when she saw Rio put on her strap. Agatha had made it for her for their first anniversary a few years ago. Frankly, she was surprised it hadn't disintegrated with how much they used it. The magic Agatha had binded it with ensured Rio could feel every pulse of Agatha's cunt, every drop of slick… it drove her insane.
“God, you're so hot.”
Rio grinned and climbed back onto the bed. Much to Agatha's disappointment, she dropped the knife again. Agatha still spread her legs wide and Rio settled between them and kissed her roughly.
“Get on your hands and knees,” Rio whispered against her lips. She moved off of Agatha's lap and settled near the edge of the bed as she watched Agatha immediately obey.
Agatha looked back at her and wiggled her hips with a smirk. “I'm all yours.”
Rio settled behind her and ran the tip of the strap over Agatha's slit. She pushed in just enough to be able to feel Agatha pulsing, and she had no other logical choice other than to slam the rest of the strap into her. Judging by the way it slid in with no resistance whatsoever, Rio concluded she had done a good job of stretching her out with her fingers, as always. Agatha whined loudly and her arms gave out under her. Rio put her arm under her chest and pulled her back up, holding her there.
“You feel so fucking good,” Rio moaned. “You're so tight. Fuck, I love you.”
Agatha nodded. “I love—shit. Fuck, Rio. I love you. I love your cock. I—”
She trailed off when Rio changed her angle slightly to hit a deeper spot. Agatha mentally cancelled all plans that involved walking anywhere tomorrow. Or that involved getting out of bed.
“You're so deep,” Agatha gasped. “Harder. Please.”
Rio moved a hand to Agatha's stomach and pressed down where she could feel the faint bulge of the strap. She moaned at the feeling and sped up until Agatha started screaming and clawing at the sheets.
“I love how loud you are,” Rio panted. Agatha nodded and she used her free hand to fist her hair and yank her head back.
“All for you. Only for you,” Agatha choked out. “Fuck, Rio, I love your cock.”
“You're taking me so well, Agatha. Fuck.”
Agatha nodded.
“My good boy,” she moaned. “You always fuck me so good. Would never—can't think about anyone else having me.”
Rio grunted and moved her hand down to Agatha's clit. She circled it roughly with two fingers and Agatha squirted.
Agatha was panting heavily and sobbing into the sheets as Rio fucked her through her orgasm, but she still lifted her head just enough to whine, “Don't stop. Fuck, don't you dare stop.”
Agatha would almost always manage to keep going a while longer after squirting, but she seemed more desperate this time. Rio nodded and gripped her hips tighter.
“Rio, baby.”
Rio responded by yanking her back by the hair again.
“Come inside me. Please,” Agatha sobbed out. Rio's rhythm faltered for a few thrusts. “Breed me, Rio. Please, please, please—”
Rio grunted and gripped Agatha’s hips even tighter as she sped up again until Agatha began to moan so loud that Rio's ears started ringing a little. Rio loved when that happened, and she lost control of how hard she began fucking Agatha in response. They could fix the indents the headboard was leaving on the wall later.
“I'm gonna come again,” Agatha moaned. “Rio, fuck. Fuck.”
Rio moved a hand to Agatha's mouth and she eagerly parted her lips and took two fingers into her mouth. Once Rio was satisfied with her work, she pulled them free with a wet pop and pushed them in along with the strap. Agatha also mentally cancelled any plans that involved talking for the next week or so.
“Can I—”
She looked over her shoulder as best as she could and caught Rio nodding slightly before her hand came down hard on Agatha's ass.
She gushed around Rio again, harder than before, and sobbed into the mattress as she slumped forward. The flutter of her walls around the strap made Rio's vision blur so much that she briefly wondered if she had passed out for a few seconds. She buried herself deep and grinded slowly as she came, and Agatha wiggled her lips and pushed back into her with a string of unintelligible words that certainly had something to do with Rio and how much she loved when Rio came inside her like that.
She stayed buried inside of Agatha for a while longer and rested her head on her shoulder blades. Agatha would occasionally wiggle her hips and whine at the overstimulation, but she wouldn't really mind if Rio stayed inside of her forever. To her disappointment, Rio eventually pulled out. The strap was completely soaked and a few lines of slick hung from it.
They obviously went again, eventually. And then again. Agatha was absolutely sure she'd need a wheelchair for a few days. She was also absolutely sure that she'd be going back to the tavern to seek more witches as soon as she could walk properly again.
