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“Billy,” you whisper having run the ring over cold water. The night that was filled with so much promise was now sour liked curdled milk. You were dressed in boxers and a crew neck with the top worn out and frayed. It didn’t warn you, not as you thought of the gentle curls that framed Billy's face.
None of you slept, no more sexy times, only fear caged in a seaside shack.
The cream colored cat even appeared more tense then before, it’s tail flicking - none of the witches pushing the feline out the door.
The sheets, once smelling of sex are stripped of the bed, no more cat vomit.
Now the mattress sat untouched, bare. None of you wanted to sit on it, like maybe it was bad lucky.
Funny when a witch believes in superstition like that. Pinched salt, blood ring around moons, protection spells, and sigils.
A witch always manifests the best case, and prepared for the worst.
This was the worst.
Agatha had not said a single word yet, but she was glaring at the cat openly. Reading her mind, you knew that the villainous part of her wanted to selfishly blame the cat, but couldn’t.
She was sitting on the wooden chair, her elbow on the table as she chewed on her finger anxiously. All of a sudden angry for whatever trade she’d made for her hands not to shake anymore.
You can’t pick one of her train of thoughts so from your place at the kitchen, you jump in.
“Aggie, what if he’s-“
“He’s not, he’s just making contact,” Rio whispered back, interrupting you easily. Your lip curled in anger at her optimism, his ring thrown up from a cat on an island far away.
How was that possible if not a terrible omen?
“How do you know?” You snarl back and as the word leaves you - you know how.
You know how, but now how it’s possible.
“Just like that, huh?” Agatha whispers towards the cat, but you think she’s talking to a much higher being. Hell, maybe she was even cursing her mother a little bit for the comic joke.
“Familiar back, magic…restored….blessing and burdens.” Rio’s got this far-off haunted look in her eyes, and your gaze falls to her hand. No scratch, no scar, no proof of any of the turmoil.
Body void of sweat and pain, of all the wear and tare from the battle at the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters.
Lady Death was in the room once more.
“The Fates-“ you reason, you’d broken rules - you and your family. You’d played with Ouija and necromancy; there was no way all was forgiven.
Agatha actually cackles like a sick witch. It rings af if you just brought up a funny punch line. The anxiety crackles in the air harder than any lightning bolt you’d tickled in a storm.
Rio’s on the floor, she’s staring at the cat too, close to it.
“They don’t know.” You say before Rio can voice it out loud. She hears the birds outside waking to the sky. Then she tries to console herself at you by giving half-truths;
“We don’t even know, maybe it’s a fluke - I don’t, I don’t know. But….” Rio trails off, her hand reaches towards the cat.
Impossibly forward not to pet, but to see. To touch the soul.
And sure enough, her thumb moves clockwise, just like time passes - and the cream colored cat’s skeleton shows. Not dead, but just like a cat, not entirely standing in this plane either.
Its skeletal body was not in pain, no signs of discomfort, just Death playing a trick.
She moves her hand counterclockwise like she can turn back time. Sure enough, the cats back to its fluffy self.
“Neat,” Agatha’s one word feels like a punch. Not finding any of this entertaining in the least.
“Funny how a little something like love works…” Rio’s eyes move to the window, she’s not bursting in excitement at being given the job back. Did she have the job back?
Light streams in and none of you move to enjoy the rays; only the cat seems attracted to the clear change.
Morning is breaking, nothing is the same. This cabin at the end of the world, with its water crashing on the rock, an island away - whatever this little vacation was, it was done.
“You aren’t considering it, going back, right?” Rio spoke into the space, it almost sounded like wood splintering in the middle of the forest as ivy grows.
Agatha doesn’t say anything, but reading her mind was like walking through a carnival funhouse.
Rio stands abruptly, and the fighting starts from the top, just like it seemed to do in this cabin too often when you weren’t ready to play mediator. Stronger but not ready to hold their anger and help them.
“What happened to 'You mean the ones who got us in this mess? You mean Caulderu with her stupid playing cards that made you think it was ok to kill yourself for us?" Or, or, Oh I don’t know; ‘"They aren't expendable!’” Rio yells at Agatha, who doesn’t so much as flinch from the aggravated display.
Simply stays in the chair.
Your heart feels heavy, but you smile at the older witch. Who can’t turn and look at you yet?
“A debt that must be paid.” you reply, because even after all these years witch rules aren’t lost on the villainous Agatha Harkness.
“No, you just told us how Billy wasn’t your ward! How we were all square!” Rio yells again, but you can hear how she too was struggling.
“I haven’t made up my mind - don’t read my mind and- assume!” Agatha’s not denying it and it’s enough to upset your Daddy.
“No, I don’t believe this. You said we pick our girl first, always!” Rio has a little bit of spit flying from her bottom lip, she’s so desperate.
“I haven’t said anything yet!” Agatha argues back but you see the crack in all of it. Agatha Harkness, the morally grey, always an interesting twist.
Billy’s just as lost as you and her were in that field, aimless before finding each other - terrified.
“He’s alone, just like we were.” You whisper back and Rio’s face is like a ping pong game going back and forth.
Agatha’s chin is down but her angry gaze falls on you, not about to be manipulated.
“I’m not like you, Bunny, remember? I don’t mettle to fix people, I’m not mending birds' wings and playing with the sky. I’m the syphon witch, the one who wielded the Darkhold. I’ve killed people for glancing at you. Don’t paint me in the best light because you love me. You can love me as much as you want, you cannot redeem me. I’m a killer who’s selfish and whatever kindness I may sway towards is fleeting and unreliable. But my desire for you is dark and unending. I’d cut an innocent down to keep you warm, do not forget that because a young witch needs help.” Agatha says to you with a dark look in her eye. She won’t let you put her on a pedestal, not then and not now.
It’s actually an astute character assessment that proves how intelligent the witch was, because most people wouldn’t have been able to look so introspectively into themselves.
Much less have the emotional intelligence to admit the parts they don’t like or fell short.
Yet here you were in the morning holding a boys ring, looking at your wife who was being as honest as she possibly could.
“But you want to,” you say back, and Rio actually looks amused, like you were so far off. But when Agatha didn’t react, Death’s face dropped.
“No, you’re wrong.” Rio reasoned, eyebrows furrowing.
“Am I?” You still stare at Aggie from across the room. Your witch was quick to change sides, changed hands, and do the unexpected.
“You come first,” Rio says slow like you two were being dumb.
The whole argument, since the Maximoff came to stay and the witches walked into your life was that Agatha would never choose another.
Agatha’s jaw tightens and you don’t need to read her mind. She hadn’t changed her core values.
“I do, I always have.” You agree but continue to watch the turmoil.
“Okay, so?” Rio’s aggravated she isn’t getting it, even with Agatha’s ready thoughts.
“There’s a reason she let the coven come with. A reason she kept letting Billy come back. A reason she let me keep the wolf.” You set the ring down on the counter and sit on the edge of the ground across from Death.
Rios is almost mad she’s not catching up.
The true of you worked like one organism, power embalencess weren’t a regular to tip the scales.
“Same reason she lets me keep you.” You smile at the semi-lie, and even Agatha licks her lip to try not to smile at that one.
“What, what, what?” Death wasn’t out on a joke often enough for this to be a good time.
“Aggies scared she won’t be enough to keep me safe one day.” You admit out loud, it hurts you, and Agatha’s face is blank.
But all collectively remember Kent the seconds before he died. The way his eyeballs buldged, yeah, Aggie’s confidence was a little tarnished on this topic. Even if she didn’t want to say it.
Your witch can’t react, can’t admit it, can’t deny it. It all stings too hard to even react to.
So Rio just keeps looking at Agatha.
“You don’t believe that?” The sentence doesn’t even touch the tense air.
“You're awfully good at giving head, too.” She deflects because that’s what she can do.
Rio knows Aggie loves her so she pushes forward.
“You want to save chaos magic and the other side show attraction quarter witches because you want to build a bunch of body guards for our wife?”
Agatha doesn’t respond again, it’s like she’s playing chess and Death is playing tic tac toe.
Rio looks at the cat and then back at you.
You hear her memories play back you cold corpse in her arms.
Then there’s no doubt in her mind.
“I’m in.”
Agatha’s turning to Rio so fast in astonishment.
“What?” She doesn’t know if the answer pisses her off or not. How could she believe Rio would so blindly follow her into battle? After she broke Rio’s trust, banishing her, almost losing you. But the gorgeous green witch wasn’t bending.
“Yeah, what’s the plan? You wanna lock her in this room and skin the cat then go on a rescue mission. Im down, I’m your good boy. Death title or not, I’m your wife. You say when and I’ll cut the wood, fix the water heater and build us a new place. I’m the cook, the heater and the spooky thing that keeps you two safe. You got it Aggie. You say how high and I’ll bring the fury.” Rios instant trust makes Agatha stand up and walk two long steps across the room before kissing her so hard.
Death's magic flared at the kiss, making moss grow where her bare feet were.
You watched with love and irritation in equal measure.
Agatha pulled away from the kiss to grab Deaths face.
“Just like that?” She questioned, repeating from before.
“You are Mommy, I am Daddy. You never needed to push me away or try to make secret plans. I would have followed you to the end, I still will.” Rio cups Agatha’s face, it’s so tender that you feel the phantom yearning snap like violin strings deep inside Aggie.
This was like salt water in a cut, it was pure and painful, leaving room for something healthy once more.
“You don’t even know what I’m going to say.” Agatha gently protests, but the way she’s looking at her wife she doesn’t even mean it accusatively.
“My love, I’ve heard your thoughts for centuries and I gotta tell you I never know what you're gonna say anyway.” Rio shrugged in that charming way that made her just so easy to love.
Agatha’s kissing her again and it’s adorable if it’s not
“This is cute, but uh no one is locking me in a basement!” You say no longer in on it.
Rio has the audacity to hold up one finger like a Daddy telling a cute Bunny like yourself to wait her turn.
They keep making out and now you're irritated, because you were so not being put on the bench while they saved the coven.
“I’m going with this is bullshit!”
Rio groans and breaks the kiss but Agatha kisses her jaw affectionately; it’s really fucking sweet, and still, you are mad.
“Mommy makes the rules, don’t look at me.” Rio says and that breks the moment for long enough for Agatha to snort.
“I don’t buy it, you won’t leave me alone on an island. Go be Glinda the Good and leave me here?” Your pouting now and Agatha must be feeling better because she gives you a wicked grin.
“Oh, baby girl, I’ve never been good. And who said anything about leaving?” Her cryptic details told you that whatever you three were about to do would be breaking the rules. If they let you do it.
Agatha might be doing a good thing it seemed, but she wasn’t about to switch sides to do it.
You hated how anxiety was building inside of your lungs.
Your pout only deepens, you don’t bother reading her mind you cross your arms over your chest.
“Uh-oh, so rare we see a bratty Bunny, see Mommy, I told you too long without sex is unhealthy.” Rio cackles, enjoying herself thoroughly now and your pout deepens.
“My little angel, do you need to use your big girl voice?”
You didn’t want to sink, but that deep neediness plus frustration was having you being stubborn. You chewed on your bottom lip, earning a tisking noise from above.
“You need a reminder, my broody girl?” Agatha asked and Rio released her hold on her wife to watch her stalk over to you.
Kent may have taken his pound of flesh, but it seemed nothing could keep Agatha Harkness away from you.
The way her hips swayed just a little too seductively, it was intoxicating, still you chewed on your lip until you tasted blood.
Agatha bent down so her face was in front of yours.
“So small and so frustrated all at the same time,” Agatha’s voice was smooth and syrupy. But your cheeks were turning red from all these pent-up feelings bubbling inside.
Whatever had made her hesitant last night was gone. The lessons might linger with scar tissue and memories of your corpse. But the three witches in this shack had healed and shed that skin.
Now Agatha Harkness was back, and the fears that kept her caged and hesitant were dead in this new morning light.
So her face held the confidence of the dominant Mommy who’s been spanning you and kissing your nose for centuries.
“Last chance, you wanna talk or do you need me to take?” She asks and you fall into the trap.
Just as Rio would fail like a self-fulfilling prophecy and get horrendous punishments from Agatha.
You had that same spiteful energy that made you climb the kitchen counters in the old house and drink alcohol. A need to dance with the edge.
Well, Agatha would let you dance just enough for her to hold you by the back of your hair and drag you back to safety, the safety of her arms.
Maybe it was your need to cum, or maybe it was like Rio said and it was just too long.
But you had the nerve to stand up, on your new muscles and turn your back to walk towards the door. Seeping with attitude.
You heard Rio deep in her mind giggle a simple;’ Oh you Brat.’
Before Agatha burst the door open for you, and you walked right out it.
With your Mommy right behind you, the cat ran - smart kitty, too bad you were being a dumb one.
Aggie sighed, the small tree that cast a little shade on the sand in front of the shack was good enough as any.
The witch cast her purple, and it was like she’d never stopped using magic
Long ropes curl around you, just like the time she’d suspended you in the air with rope from the beams.
You don’t even get out a yelp before your strung up, feet dangling, chest in a harness, one leg bent to your chest. Clothes long gone as the morning sun kisses your skin, making the little hairs stand on your arm.
The morning breeze licks at your exposed cunt, your open thanks to your knee bent and your shiver.
Agatha’s eyes glow in that pretty shade, her magic against your skin feels warm, similar to tingling from a butterfly kiss. But strong and hot enough to hold you tight, making you believe you're weightless.
“You know better,” Agatha says in a sing-song voice, her hair is wild and untamed. Just like her plans for you.
Rio walks forward and grabs a peach and it bursts in her mouth as she can’t wait to watch what comes next from the doorway. The kitty runs out, running as far as possible away.
Your sudden shyness at being outdoors was silly, seeing as how there were four souls on this beach and one of them was a cat.
“You were going to leave me,” you grunt and try to wiggle out. Not really possible, the little stray hairs flick across your familiar mark and you grit your teeth.
Agatha’s lips purse and she bends down to kiss your tummy where the runes glow again.
“Now you know I don’t leave you, not anymore. We discussed this little one, not after the Hex. Not happening, and you learned your lesson, no more time apart. Try again?” Agatha’s being patient but
You wiggle, trying to summon your own magic the sparks in your fingers cause Aggie to give a disapproving dark gaze. Like you were running out of options, and she wasn’t going to give you more chances.
But that in itself was a joke, Aggie wanted you to fight just a bit, she only got you being a brat so often.
Her domme eyebrow arched as she straightened up to gaze at you.
“Now that’s not good girl behavior.” Her tone isn’t as forewarning as it is entertained by what is about to happen.
“I love the way the light hits your wet pussy in the morning,” Rio murmured using the back of her hand to wipe at the peach juice. Eyes going to where your pussy was exposed.
You ignored Daddy, who’s getting tired of not getting laid.
“You were going to leave me,” you insist more angry then before, and Mama grasps under your chin, pinching it in that intense way she had.
“Bunny you know better, you can read my mind. You know not once was that an option.” Agatha means it, but you try to move your chin away, not backing down.
Your Mommy puts her thumb up to your bottom lip and wipes the bit of blood you’d drawn from chewing on it. Sticking her digit in her own mouth to lick it up.
Never wasting a drop of you.
“Daddy come here,” Agatha calls, surprising Rio who drops the peach on the ground and moves so fast your witch eyes couldn’t even track the movement.
But Deaths there beside you, her knees dropping beside the witch. No fight in her, no desire for tug of war, she needs this. Mortality previously the only thing she could chew on.
“Put those lips to good use while I remind our girl, will you?” Agatha doesn’t so much as ask, pulling Rio’s hair back just in time for your wife's hungry mouth to meet your cunt.
You hiss at the immediate intensity, no foreplay, no kindness - Death was devouring you.
Mouth open, sucking as much of you in as she can, nibbling intensely on your clit to overstimulate you. Daddy knew the game; if only you had behaved.
The morning air licks at your nipples, and you twist a little under the tree. Body heavy and floating all at the same time.
“Nu-uh, listen to me or Rio’s going to lick you raw all day, I won’t let you play.” Agatha tells you and then dotes on you by pushing those pesky stray strands of hair off of your mark.
Then she bends forward and kisses it, making your whole body sizzle and snap.
Rio even hummed at the sensation, her tongue moving from around your labia to inside your cunt. She tongue fucks you a little too deep, her tongue changing forked inside of you once more.
Your hips try to move, your knee pressing against your chest made it impossible to close your thighs, to have any control.
Blue eyes twinkle back at you, Agatha has all of the control. And the more that truth consumed you, the happier she was becoming, her smile like velvet.
“Do you feel owned now little Harkness? Ready to listen to Mommy?” She asks and you huff out but your panting, a bit of sweat collecting on your forehead.
It is impossible to feel like you power on your fate when you are hanging by a tree with a murderous witch grinning at you like that.
“You-you-” Your mind is short-circuiting, all those fears of being left behind of being alone and unloved.
They were getting murky, so murky it was- you blinked a few times.
Agatha grabs your face with both her hands, you see it now - Mommy’s done listening to your insecurity. It’s breaking her heart, so she’s taking it all away, and fuck does it feel good.
“No more anxiety, no more fear, you only us.” The words your witch tells you seem to get down to your toes.
Her hypnosis so delicious, no more fear, only Mommy in your mind and Daddy between your thighs.
You can’t remember being shy by being tied hanging in a tree even, all you feel is the heat and bloom of love.
But you recognize it isn’t all yours.
“No, you feel Mommy and Daddy too, you feel how much we need you. Nu-uh,” Aggie warns again.
She hears your doubt, your need to push her out and tell you how they don’t need you.
You were weak and stupid and-and, oh that push was so intoxicating.
“You feel Daddy’s tongue, how it lick your cervix, that forked tongue so good huh little one?” Agatha’s tone is like cough syrup and your thigh hanging flexes as you gush against Rio.
“Mommy, I need it,” you whimper because you do, but it’s not enough yet for the dominant.
“Sink deeper little one, no more thoughts, only us. So safe, so loved, weightless mind and body. Give it to me.” Agatha says and she kisses your lips so softly, stealing your worry like tequila shots.
It’s feeding the deepest parts of Aggie, she needed this, needed your submission, but she’s not nearly done.
Rio doesn’t need to breathe, and as she tongue fucks you her eyes roll back, the connection is vibrating in her body. Secondhand hypnosis wasn’t something she’d had in so long. Death’s eyes go black; she can’t help it. Aggie's magic just tastes so damn good.
Mommy licks your tongue hanging stupidly in your mouth, you drool just a bit and she smiles big.
“That’s my girl, no more thoughts, Mama’s got you.” She tells you her pussy soaked in her shorts. This was better than magic.
“So deep, all you feel is our love for you. So safe, no more fight, only our good girl. Bunny, you just need Mommy and Daddy.” Agatha’s so deep in your mind, it’s impossible not to sink deeper into the affects, her breasts leak milk in gushes that roll down her nipples to her stomach.
You are gooey, in some kind of molten cocoon of love, safety, and warmth.
You feel it all, as you make love, your mind lulled into a high better than any drug.
Rio and Aggie moving your body, kissing and sucking until you gush for them.
You needed every drop of their devotion and they poured it in.
It’s so addictive that when you do come back down from your high it’s dark out, a whole day of being blissed out has you slowly coming around disoriented.
Was it really a whole day?
It’s not scary - not like when you dissociated or clawed to live, no this is like a big quilt coming out of the dryer. Or even like your enchanted weighted blanket and senior scratchy under your arm.
But he isn’t, no you blink and see Agatha’s body on top of yours as she’s naked and panting, leaking more breast milk over your body. Your soaking wet from all the fluids.
Your belly is full and she’s pushed on your lower belly giving you gorgeous humiliation.
‘Piss on Daddy, show how much milk I made for my girl.’
You ache, bladder full, your nipples are raw from Rio’s canines and love bites down your body.
You pant, realizing your horizontal yes. Not up in a tree anymore, but then again time has passed. You're on a blanket on the ground, fuck the moon is full and feels so close.
Your outside still, fuck but oh devine mother, Rio’s fucking Agatha above you, yes that’s it, you can feel it - the connection the magic. Crones tit, it’s like the best sleep ever, better than all your time at the shack.
But you remember it too, hours of being a good dumb baby, of cumming and kisses. The smell of your wives cum is over your face and stomach.
Aggie’s hypnosis didn’t have you forgetting, all the delicious ways you were caressed and licked all up and down.
“Bunny, good girl, come back, sweetness, fuck kiss me baby girl.” Mommy says and you don’t get a moment, she’s in your mouth licking you and your moaning again.
You don’t hear it, but your magic makes the water heat up, steam coming off the top.
Magic is all around, but just like good witches of old - you’re fucking under a full moon, out under the stars.
Raw and carnal - just as the patriarchy was most afraid of.
Your Mommy’s kiss is messy from so many hours of fucking, she’s hungry still for you. Her kisses all over, biting you and licking like she could engulf you.
Agatha breaks the kiss by hissing and she’s orgasming above you. Her magic pulsates through the ground. Her face is screwing up in ecstasy as she shows her teeth up to the moon. Tears escaping, it’s just too much, and there’s some agony in that - on how good it feels after so much friction.
Rio’s fucking her from behind, thick tan cock pulsing in over and over. Everyone's raw, body’s exhausted, and yet they keep moving like they’re possessed with the demand for more touching.
Your hand moves and reaches out across the blanket and you feel the cold dew on the blades of grass. Grass? Yeah, there’s a bunch of grass under you where sand was - it seems the green witch is back. Flowers blossoming and greenery all around, no longer a simple fig tree and rocks. Death was almost glowing; it was like you three were charging a battery once more.
“Daddy, don’t you dare cum, wait, wait, wait, Rio-Baby girls get’s the load next- ” Agatha warns, always controlling the game. You hear Death panting like she’s only just holding on, but must obey. How could she deny her girls anything?
Agatha edged herself in her own second orgasm by getting off Rio’s shaft.
“Fuck Ags aaah!” She shouts, hating the cold air on her cock, but Mama’s got other plans; she pulled you back from your hypnotic trance.
She pushes Rio inside of you, and your body thuds back like a drum, and Aggie’s sharing your orgasm now.
Magic, familiar connection, and full moon fucking feeling wild, and it’s too good.
“Mommy!” You scream as Rio’s losing the war and cumming inside of you, Agatha’s head throws back as she’s cumming on top of you from no physical stimulation - simply the connection. Panting in Spanish into your ear how you were hers, how much she and Daddy can’t live without you. It’s shattering and mending you all at once.
Rio’s losing it, even Death can’t take much more.
“I have you, sweetness, such a gorgeous baby. My needy little girl needs me.” Agatha’s voice was raw and you were licking your lips as you watched how the moonlight was created to caress her silhouette.
“More, tengo que tenerla.” Rio pants, and Agatha understands, she uses her forearms to move her milk-soaked right breast into your mouth. Better than any pacifier, it works chemically to both of you. And keeps you from screaming.
Your throat is scratchy and it’s from all the panting and moaning. Fuck how many hours, oh the images of Rio riding your face, of you being fucked against the tree. They just kept saying what a good little girl you were, as you came and drooled.
“Suck little one, plese Mama needs it.” Aggies high pitch begging was such a god damn turn on.
“Mi corazón no mas, drink from Mommy.” Rio’s voice cracks and you give a long suck of the hot bud in your mouth. Then you didn’t mean to but it was instant.
Your cunt spasmed around Rio’s cock as you sucked in hot sweet milk.
Rio cried out an anamlistic noise as her meat spasmed inside of you pushing more cum in you.
Agatha’s twitching with post orgasms and nursing bliss, her mouth opening as she’s unable to make words.
“My love-” Rio’s eyes are still black and she grabs at the witches hips who puts one hand on top of hers.
An understanding, you guys have to stop, too much magic, you all had to rest.
But Daddy doesn’t leave you, instead she sort of falls to the side twisting you with her so that she doesn’t have to pull out.
Your hand moves on top of theirs.
Milk is sweet, but you can’t swallow fast enough and some of it spills from the corner of your mouth.
First shot of worry surfacing for hours, and Aggie’s shushing you. There was so much of it, it was okay no need for the panic.
“None of that, easy, easy Bunny.” Her hushed comforting works like a charm.
Your whole body goes slack between the two powerful bodies. Your cunt walls clenching every now and then with Rio’s meat inside of you. She’d give a little moan and her hand would tighten on your soft skin. You three a mess of limbs and hands all holding tight.
A soft breeze pushed past your toes, but you were kept warm by Mommy and Daddy’s loving hold.
It isn’t until Agatha moves twitches to the right of your body that the moonlight feels like a flashlight in your eyes. You wince but blink to see it like a headlight.
Wait was the moon…bigger yeah it was?
“You called down the moon,” you gasp, milk still beading on your bottom lip.