•* Bliss *•

Somewhere in the small civilization of Salem, there are 2 lovers.

When the night has fallen and the full moon has taken over the sky, they find refuge in that little that both created, away from all the danger of men or their own sisters. After all, one of them is a witch who has been accused of betraying and murdering her coven, even though they betrayed her first.

But who would understand that? Who would understand that this young sorceress, who only wanted to be good, was not that monster and was only edged to commit that offense? And who would understand that she still loved her?

So, together, they built their own world, where everyone could understand: it was a stone house near a lake, which, being full spring, was surrounded by leafy trees and the water of the lake had already sprouted lilypads with beautiful pink flowers. Nature at its best made this the favorite season of Rio - not for nothing she was called the Green Witch -.

Whom now, Agatha, her lover, held in her arms, her fingers like a feather, walking on her arm uncovered by the straps of her nightdress, slightly ruffling the skin beneath, while the brunette happily held one of the flowers mentioned above that was given to her, near her face so she could feel the scent in every breath.

"Hey, are you awake?" Agatha was the first to speak, in a soft voice so as not to disturb the peace in which they were so immersed.

"Mhmm..." The brunette muttered, not opening her eyes yet. "What’s wrong?"

"I have a gift for you." Hearing this, Rio couldn't help but smile and finally opened her eyes to look at the chestnut, now giving her her full attention.

"What is it?"

Agatha then sat on the bed and pulled out a folded piece of cloth from under her pillow.

"Wow, linen, my favorite." The chestnut let out a giggles because of her joke before unfolding it, revealing inside a pair of feathers.

Rio looked up at her a little confused, so Agatha explained.

"Once I heard that feathers attach your soul to a place or a person and, well, I found these in the woods and remembered it. I know it’s not much, but..."

"Sweetheart." The brunette cupped her lover’s face and planted a tender kiss on her lips. "It's perfect. Actually, I have an idea."

This time it was Rio who got up from bed to look for something and returned with one of her blades in hand, which she used to carefully cut an Agatha's hair strand - she did not even flinch, as she trusted the brunette -, then one of her own and her lover watched as she braided them. Finally, she took both feathers from the linen shred and tied them together with the improvised hair ribbon she had just made.

"Done." She announced, looking up at the chestnut once she had finished her work. "Now our souls are officially attached, here." The proud smile on her face amused and moved Agatha equally.

"And if I decide to leave, then what?" She asked to tease her a little.

"If that's the case, I'll have to haunt you, my love." Agatha laughed playfully as the brunette sat on her lap and slammed her lips against hers deeply, as if to mark her territory. "I won't allow anything or anyone to take you away from me. I would kill for you, Agatha, I would die for you. No second thoughts."

"I know. And I would do it for you, too."

To seal the pact, they merged into more kisses and caresses. In that little world, that refuge for lovers, where their souls would live forever. Bounded. Eternal. Timeless.

Needless to say that it left all the women of the convent and the father astonished, they were too well familiar with that name and immediately felt distrustful of the visitor, not only because of the name itself, but also because they felt as if the energy around him was too overwhelming, intense.

However, they had no compelling reason to deny him what he was asking for, because, in the end, he was still just a man, very strange and a bit unsettling, but just that. As long as he didn't get into trouble and neither did the sisters of the convent, they had no problem with his presence.

Although they couldn't help it as soon as the pilgrim laid eyes on one of the young novices, Sister Elizabeth.

At first he limited himself to discreet glances when she was oblivious, but as the time of his stay passed, he stopped caring whether he was discreet or not, even giving a wink every time she caught him looking at her and more than once flirting with her when they were left alone.

Lizzie - as he called her -, would simply freeze and not know how to react. Not because she was afraid of him, but because, in some way, she liked it and felt too guilty. Every night she would kneel by her bedroom window to pray and ask for strength not to succumb to temptation; and so, the next day, she would go back to ignoring him.

But there was one night when everything got out of control.

It was past midnight and all the sisters were asleep. Lizzie awoke to hear movement in the library, which was just in the room below hers. It seemed strange that there was anyone there at such a late hour, so she got out of bed taking the candle from her bedside table and went downstairs to the source of the noise.

She entered cautiously and, finding no one there, walked around the room a little bit, curious about a certain section where she noticed Lucifer spent most of his time, she inspected some of the books that seemed to be of interest to him.

She got so lost in her reading that she didn't notice the moment the man was behind her until she felt him place his hands on either side of her waist and speak close to her ear:

"It's not right to snoop."

She jumped in place from the fright that would have made her drop the candle if it had been in her hands at that moment, luckily, she had left it on the table. She immediately turned around and faced him.

"I'm sorry, I heard noise and I was just checking." She explained while trying - unsuccessfully - to get out of the imprisonment in which Lucifer had her with his body.

"No need for apologies. In fact, I'm glad to find you here." He said lasciviously close to her face.

"O-Oh, are you?"

"Yes. I don't know if you've noticed, although, with all due respect, you'd be very blind if you hadn't, but.... I like you..."

The way he said it and the caresses he spread on her waist and lower back as he did so sent shivers down her spine, to the point where she had to put all her effort into not letting out a gasp as he pulled her closer.

"A lot." He whispered moving closer, starting a trail of wet kisses from her jaw to her neck.

She never imagined he could make such a bold move, especially in a sacred place like the convent. In her heart, she knew this was some sort of test to prove her strength in the face of temptations to commit sin. She had to be strong to resist the one now represented by the man whose kisses were making her tremble in his arms.

She knew she was completely lost when, with breathtaking speed, he turned her over leaving her back to him, grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head against the shelf with one hand and she did nothing to stop him. And the little moan that escaped her lips at the sudden contact didn't help much either.

This only seemed to motivate him.

"I tried to keep my distance with you, but honestly I've had enough. You have no idea how much I want you, Lizzie." He practically gasped next to her ear, running his free hand down her waist and belly, finding the way to her breast where he began to massage and squeeze, focusing on her nipples barely covered by the fabric of her nightgown.

It was impossible for her to disguise the pleasure he was giving her with his damned caresses, although she tried to silence her moans by biting her lips, the body never lied, and he only made it more complicated by undoing the first buttons of the garment to slip his hand inside it and continue his caresses. Lucifer could noticd by her nipples beginning to harden against her clothing and by the heaving of her breathing what he was causing in her.

"I've been imagining doing this with you for so long." His voice was now husky and the grip on her hands firmer than before.

He took her by surprise the moment he held her tighter and lifted her for a moment to carry her to the table where he laid her on her back and spread her legs to settle in between them. She put up no resistance whatsoever, and she would be lying to herself if she said she wasn't even a little curious about how it would feel if Lucifer made her his.

She didn't restrain herself from gasping as his caresses traveled up her thighs grazing her crotch ever so slightly. She immediately felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment, then Lucifer realized.

"So you're a virgin... I can fix that." He purred with that characteristic smile of his.

Just then something in her head clicked, what the hell was she doing!?

A second later, she woke up in her bed. She looked around and she was still in her room. She was dreaming. At no time had she gotten up or gone to the library. It had all been a stupid dream.

But fuck! The caresses weren't real, but the havoc they left behind was, she could still feel the tingling between her legs and her erect nipples. Her whole body was on fire, and she needed to relieve it somehow.

Anyway, she could always go to confession.

Carefully she lifted the fabric of her nightgown and directed her hand to that area where she most needed to be touched, which was boiling and practically dripping, and clumsily moved her fingers, desperate for some pleasure, imagining that it was his hands touching her.

She bit down on her pillow silencing the moans that came out of her mouth when she found that spot that was particularly sensitive and made her eyes roll in pleasure, she rubbed that part with more speed, encouraged by all the fantasies that were popping up in her head of Lucifer possessing her in a hundred different ways and places, she even imagined that the confessional would be an interesting location for him to take her.

The two of them in that little compartment, Lucifer sitting in the chair while she eagerly ride him and he helped her by thrusting into her from below, a position that made it easy for him to suck on her nipples and nibble on her neck, entering her as deep as he could until he filled her with his seed, marking her as his own.

His. At that thought, something inside her exploded, and she could swear that it was the closest she'd ever been to heaven, it felt too good. She had to sink her face into the pillow to keep quiet as she climaxed, calling out his name in the midst of her euphoria.