‘i desire and i crave’

ava has picked you up after finishing a day of work at abbott, drove you to her place with barely controlled patience and a hand on your thigh, pressed you onto any available surface once inside her ridiculously luxurious flat and didn’t stop till both of you got enough.

and now you lay with her in bed in a post euphoric haze. your head resting just below her chest, ava’s arm tangling around your waist, her fingers creating dizzy patterns on your torso. slowly raking the relatively longer nails of her left hand right over your ribs. you shiver in response, lightly but enough for ava to notice.

“you know the first time i saw you…” ava speaks slowly after a long, peaceful silence. your head turns up to look at her. “it was your 20th birthday.”

“yeah?” you ask with a giggle, placing your head back on her torso and looking at the ceiling. “yeah.” she mutters, trailing her hand down and putting it on top of yours. “i didn’t think about you that much back then. not in this way anyway.” your heart does a small stammer at her words. weighing their meaning. “just thought that you were a beautiful woman. you had looked so nice that day.” you giggle but ava’s voice grows even smaller, like she’s retreating back into her bones. you can’t remember the last time you’ve seen her this hesitant, if ever.

“but the more time i spent with your mother the more she told me about you.”

“oh god.” you huff out a breath in shame and smack the palm of your head against your forehead. “i bet she said really weird stuff.” you try to get the image of your mother talking about you to ava out of your head.

“no!” she exclaims loudly, wrapping her long fingers around your wrist, pulling it away slowly. “i just, couldn’t stop thinking about you.” ava interlaces your fingers and places her hand on top of your chest. “and that was weird. i felt so bad thinking of you that way. you were just so innocent, clueless about how much i felt. it made it even harder for me to keep myself away.” you take your lower lip in between your teeth at her words. ava feeling guilty about you? it was getting to your head. “but you weren’t so subtle either baby.”

“i wasn’t was i?” you laugh once again. thinking back to all the times when you saw ava, flirted with her, internally (and maybe externally) begged for her to stay over. all the times she asked you about school, work, your love life. “you wouldn’t stop asking about my boyfriends.”

“what? i wanted to know what you liked. and what kind of a lover you were.”

“what kind of lover i was. with a hand constantly touching me… my arm. that time you grabbed my thigh i thought i would go into cardiac arrest in the middle of my mom’s kitchen.”

“shut up buttercup. acting like that exactly wasn’t turning you on…” ava rolls her eyes and you just have the sudden urge to kiss her. because she’s right. the last few of your partners were just to test her reaction, her attention. ava sits up on the bed, keeping your head against her leg, on top of the covers and leans over to the bedside. you had brought a small bowl of cherries along with some water to the bed. ava places the cool ceramic on the gap between your bodies, to your side. you pull away from her lap to lay on your side, facing her as she sits with the covers half pulled up to barely cover her chest. you grab one of the cherries and put it right in your mouth. ava watches without moving away her gaze. you notice the slight hitch in her breath.

she clears her throat and speaks in that easy confident ring. though you notice the fear of rejection from somewhere behind her throat. “can i feed them to you?” you have to spit out the seed with a choke before you accidentally swallow it. once the danger passes you look into ava’s eyes. she isn’t joking, the browns of them glint with something possessive and you nod silently in response.

ava slowly grabs one of the twin cherries from the stem, pinching it in between her fingers and slowly lifting it up over your mouth. her left hand goes to grab your jaw. “open up.” she mutters, leaning in with her face ever slightly, as if to watch your mouth closely. her nails growing goosebumps against your skin, you can feel her breath on your lips. you’re breathing too heavy and she places the cherry right on top of your lips. she settles one of the twins just between your lips, dangling over your teeth. you motion to put all of it in your mouth at once, widening the gap. ava tuts, a low hum in her throat that pulses right at your core. “nuh-uh sweet girl. bite.” and you moan, frozen in place with your mouth open wide, the cherry daring to slip inside. you slowly back it out of your mouth, looking ava straight in the eye. the shining glimmer in your eyes, your pupils widening does something for her self-perseverance. she wants to ruin you, take the bowl of cherries, toss it on the nightstand, grab your wrists and pin them above your head. she wants to kiss and bite till you’re covered with the evidence of her, all over.

“that’s it.” she whispers instead, in that delicious tone as you sink your teeth into the blood red cherry. you take a bite, resting the tip of your tongue against it, taking the seed with your bite. ava watches you all throughout, her eyes growing even a darker shade and her breathing getting lower. you can almost feel her heart beat through her chest, into the covers between you and straight to your skin. she’s still dangling the half bitten cherry with its full twin over your face as you savor the fruity taste in your mouth and swallow the flesh of it. your eyes never leave ava’s as she praises, “that’s a good girl.” while rubbing her thumb on your chin. her grip tightens momentarily as you turn the seed in your mouth. you squeeze your eyes in a teasing manner and ava reluctantly lets go of your face, holding a cupped palm in front of your smirking lips. “spit.” she orders and you follow. gathering spit to the front of your mouth, you close your face on ava’s held out palm and make sure your lips touch her skin as you spit out the core. your excess saliva, that you made sure to spit out as well, touches ava’s skin and you hear a long hiss. sounding awfully like the cracks of ava’s infamous self-control. “brat.” ava says through her teeth and you look up at her innocently. she drops the seed into the plate and turns her attention back on you. she smears her wet palm against your lips on her way to hold your chin and you whimper against her, utterly helpless not to.

wetting your lips, you stare at her sultry eyes. “can i have more?” you ask, a faux-innocence mixing with your desire for her. ava licks her top teeth with a smirk, the image doing things for your lower belly. “open up once more for me princess.” she mutters, already pushing the cherry on your lips. you obey soundlessly, just your rapid breathing betraying you. “doing so good for me.” ava says just as you take the other half of the cherry in your mouth. she places the pad of her thumb just before you chew on it. pressing and letting saliva drool at the front of your mouth, mixing with the sweet juices from the cherry. ava licks her lips without giving you and out to finally swallow the fruit in your mouth. “i’m gonna give you what you want, don’t worry. just keep being good for me a little longer. alright doll?” she asks and you nod. ava releases the pressure of her thumb from your tongue, still keeping it inside and your mouth closes around as you chew. the flesh of the fruit mixes inside of your mouth, slowly dissolving and you suck on ava’s thumb. her finger pushing inside your mouth as you keep on chewing and biting her skin. finally you swallow the last few remnants of the cherry and before giving you a second to recover ava pulls you with the hand on your jaw up to her face and gives you a bruising kiss. “fuck-” you mutter. ava takes a long inhale just before closing the gap and you can feel her tongue begging at your mouth. a hideously loud moan leaves your throat when ava’s tongue connects with your gums, the base of your tongue as she tastes the cherry from you.

you grab at her hands on your face and pull her in closer. the cherry ava was holding already dropped into the bowl. before you can topple it over and make a mess of the bed, ava grabs it puts it on the wooden drawer, rather harshly. her impatience is too obvious in the way her nails dig into your neck, jaw, shoudlers, collarbone. you pull her over to your body, covering it with hers. ava throws away the covers, too annoyed and over-heated possibly, uncovering both your naked bodies. she keeps kissing and kissing, her tongue in your mouth as she grabs at your sides, pushing you further into the bed. you can feel her heat on your body, straddling your hips. she humps further, smearing the wetness between her legs onto your stomach and moaning slowly right through your teeth. you pull back to whisper, “you know” -kiss- “my previous partners” ava groans through the kiss “we’ve done stuff” -kiss- “never anything like this” -kiss- it’s ava’s turn to speak now, “of course you haven’t” ava bites your lower lip. “none of them could do this.” -kiss- “could have you like me.” she grabs one of your breasts in a possessive hold and grinds one more time onto your body. you pull back once more “no… i mean like” -kiss- “you’re the first person to actually fuck me… apart from myself of course.”

ava pushes back slightly, a deranged twist in her eyes. the creases around them tightening as her lips curl into a feral smile. she licks her canine teeth and you’re sure she will bite into your skin and latch away some blood. instead she speaks, in a low, shaky, barely-inhibited voice. “really?” you nod. “you wouldn’t lie to me, right princess?” you exhale shakily and shake your head once more, looking right into her eyes. “no. never, ava.” you swallow and ava buries your head in the crook of your neck with a breathy grunt. “fuck- sweetheart… i can’t not do something about that.”

you push her back and look right at her, a confident expression painting your face. “then do something.”

ava’s pupils widen. and she gets to immediate action.

her hands start trailing lower as she watches you intently. she squeezes your thighs, hips, finally reaching in between your legs. her fingers toy with your core. circling the wetness around your lips and pinching at your clit. you stutter out ava’s name and she calls back. she pushes two of her long fingers right through your entrance with slick ease and speaks, “you’re telling me no one has been here before me, huh sweetheart?” the sound of your slick is loud over your own breathing and her words are dizzying. ava plunges them deeper with each slow, torturous stroke, hitting spots you’ve never been able to reach by yourself and your eyes roll back. biting your lip hard enough to draw blood, you nod as an answer to her question. “good, now open your mouth doll. i want to hear you.” her hand moves faster and faster. reaching deeper with each hard pound. like her hands are one with your skin and her voice is what surges you on.

you moan out her name once more as she picks up the pace even further. her other hand restless all over your body as she pinches a nipple or rolls your clit with her thumb. “yes baby… say my name.” she places a kiss right on top of your hair. down to your temple, your cheekbone, the bridge of your nose. “tell me who this pretty pussy belongs to. let me hear it.” you groan out as she keeps exploring the inside of your walls, hitting the spongy spot with each harsh thrust of her hands. you keep saying her name in a constant stance, over and over and over till she feels fit. “’m so close-” you mutter out. ava keeps basically pounding her hand and watching you whimper underneath her with pleasure until you’re a thoughtless, floating mess. your orgasm shakes all throughout your body. the tingles rising above your belly, into your chest, up over your head and leaving a pounding, lingering feeling over your legs. your vision blinds, half because you’ve closed your eyes and half because of the intensity of your orgasm.

when you come back to, ava is holding you close to herself. rubbing circles at your back and whispering sweet nothings. “shhh… i know baby. come on, come back to me. yeah...”

you let out a loud sigh once ava plants a kiss at your temple, hugging you with both arms around your body. you huddle your arms close to her chest, inhaling her scent as your mind calms down. “god, ava. that was…”

“too much?”

“amazing. mind blowing probably. i've never felt anything like it before.”

“good. cause we can do it anytime you like.” you feel another spasm roam throughout your body at her words. closing your eyes as she kisses the side of your mouth. “but now, we gotta clean you up.”

“5 minutes later… please.” you murmur in a sleepy voice ava can't dare to wake up. at least not for a few hours as you sleep peacefully in her arms.

ty for reading !! not proofread, sorry for all mistakes. ate around 15 cherries while writing that scene omg

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"I-I'm sor-" I begin, but she stops me, pushing her body against mine. I can feel her chest touching my own, and as she slips her leg between mine, and I let out a quiet moan, immediately embarrassed at how pathetic I sound.

"Don't apologize, dear, I've been doing the same thing," she tells me. Before I can say anything, she leans in and kisses me. Without much thought, I start kissing her back. She gets bolder and pushes her tongue past my lips while her hands run up and down my sides. My hands are caressing her cheeks, holding her head close, not willing to break the kiss yet. After a few minutes, she breaks the kiss, working her way down to my neck. Once there, she assaults it with kisses, sucking on my pulse point every now and then. I can't control my moans anymore, and I let them escape through my lips. Her left hand sneaks up my side and finds my right breast, massaging it gently, causing me to moan louder. Her other hand makes its way into my pants, stopping before touching my ruined underwear.

"If you want me to stop, now would be a great time to tell me,” she says huskily. I whine a little, because now she stopped massaging my breast to have my undivided attention.

"Please don't stop, Zelda," I whine. She smirks and continues her teasing. The hand in my pants now pushes my underwear aside and finds a wet mess.

"Oh, dear," Zelda chuckles. "Is all of this for me, little witch?" she asks amused. I can only nod, way too lost in the redhead's touch to form coherent sentences. She draws slow circles around my clit, making it hard for me to breathe. Then she kisses me again, more passionately than the first time. This time I deepen the kiss, while Zelda slides her left hand under my shirt and bra, now cupping my bare breast and running her thumb over my nipple. I can't stop moaning into her mouth, and as she enters me with one finger, rubbing my clit with her thumb, I throw my head back against the wall, breathing heavily. Zelda kisses my neck again, biting my earlobe softly.

"Come for me, y/n," she whispers. That's all it takes for me to come undone. Zelda keeps sucking on my neck, probably leaving dozens of little hickeys, while letting me recover from my orgasm.

After I recovered, I switch our position and push her gently against the wall to kiss her senseless. After a few minutes of making out and letting my hands roam her body, I grab her butt and pick her up, carrying her over to her desk.

She clings to me, burying her face in my hair as my hands unzip and her dress. I slide them up and down her almost naked torso, admiring her beauty. Kissing and worshipping every single part of her body, I have her squirming in no time.

I kiss down her neck, stopping to pay attention to her breasts, licking and sucking softly at the top before removing her bra and paying some attention to her nipples. The noises that leave her lips are downright sinful.

Working my way down her body, I roll up her skirt and push her thighs apart, blowing lightly on her core, which has her moaning my name and burying her hands in my hair, urging me to pay attention to her clit.

I don't let her wait any longer, letting my tongue slide through her slit, licking up the arousal that has gathered there. Zelda moans and arches her back. I caress her hips with one hand as I push two fingers inside of her, earning me another moan.

Sucking on her clit, I keep my pace slow but add another finger, her groans spurring me on. It doesn't take long for Zelda to clench around my fingers, screaming my name.

You felt yourself blush at her words, Zelda Spellman, the most attractive witch you knew had just called you pretty. You felt yourself smile as you looked over at her and placed your glass of whisky on the table.

“Uh, well, I’m, uh, I’m not sure,” you said, hating the way you stumbled over your words.

Zelda chuckled at you obvious nervousness and brushed a stray strand of hair away from your face, her nail deliberately scraping against your cheek. You couldn’t help the soft gasp that escaped your lips at the action. You tried to play it off with a cough but Zelda knew better, she had a plan for tonight, and if all went well, she would have you under her tongue before morning came.

“Well, I’m sure there are plenty of young warlocks around the place,” Zelda said, leaning back and taking a sip of her whiskey.

You let out a slight laugh, not sure if you should correct her or not, and either way, it’s not like you had any experience.

“I, uh, I’m not particularly interested in warlocks,” you said, looking at your hands, “I think,”

Zelda raised an eyebrow at you, did you not have any experience with witches? If Zelda was going to be your first witch, she would certainly enjoy it.

“You think?” Zelda said, “well, I’m sure there’s someone, even an ex is better than nothing,”

You smiled at her, not wanting to push further with the conversation, lest it lead to questions about your type. How would you answer that, powerful, pale, red-headed witches who are older than your own mother? Zelda Spellman was an attractive witch, and she was looking you up and down. She could probably smell the innocence on you.

“You, um, you said you wanted to talk,” you said, looking up at her.

She had asked you to come by after classes had ended for the day and you had instantly accepted the offer. Any chance you could get to spend time with the witch, you would take.

“Yes, I did,” Zelda said, moving to stand, “you are doing a great deal of work here,” she was standing behind you now, her hands resting on your shoulders, “do you ever take time to care for yourself?”

She had bent low now, her lips brushing your ear as she spoke.

“H-High Priestess, I-I’m not sure I understand,” you said, your body going stiff under her touch.

Zelda chuckled, the timbre of her laugh low. Your innocent little demeanour, the way you acted all shy, like you’d never even had sex before. And then she thought about it, your shy and timid nature, the way you got all flustered, just like Hilda used to, before she-

“My my,” Zelda said, her nose pressing into your hair, “you’re a virgin,”

It wasn’t a question, you could tell that much. You nodded your head a little bit, your face a bright red.

“Y-yes,” you said, your breath shaking.

Zelda smiled and hummed against your hair, her lips brushing the shell of your ear. You audibly swallowed at her actions, you couldn’t even think straight with how close she was to you. Her hands still held your shoulders and her thumbs brushed up and down, pressing lightly at the dip in your collarbone.

“How can someone as pretty as you, be a virgin?” Zelda asked, her breath fanning over your ear.

That you could answer, and it was simple enough.

“I, um, just never found someone who wanted the same things I did,” you said, daring to turn to look at her.

Zelda smiled at you and hummed, her hand snaking up your hair.

“And what is it you want?” She asked, her lips pressing against your neck.

You let out a breath and your eyes fluttered shut. Her lips were soft against your skin and all you wanted was for her to just kiss you, she was clearly interested after starting this game.

“Zelda Spellman, I think you’re smart enough to know by now,” you said, arching into her touch.

Zelda just hummed and continued to press her lips against your skin.

“Maybe I do,” she chuckled, “but I need you to say it,”

You took in a shuddering breath, were you finally doing this? Having Zelda fucking Spellman be your first time is quite possibly the greatest thing that could happen to you. You knew you wanted her, it was fairly evident by the building wetness in your underwear, but you were still nervous.

“You,” you breathed, turning more so you could brush your lips against hers.

Zelda hummed again and finally pressed her lips against yours. You smiled into the kiss, your hand reaching up to tangle into her auburn hair. Zelda pulled away and you pouted slightly, making her chuckle.

“Relax, Iris,” she said, “you’re so tense,”

Zelda pressed her hands back on your shoulders and began to slowly massage the tension from your upper body. You whimpered and your eyes fluttered shut as her thumb pressed particularly hard against a knot near your neck.

“Such a tense little thing,” Zelda mused, more than enjoying the way you melted into her touch.

The red-headed witch was used to playing the long game, she would tease you as long as you could handle and then she’d have her fun with your body. And what a pretty body it was, your skirt riding up just enough to show off the tattoos on your thigh.

On the right it was a feminine hand reaching for a skeleton hand with the words ‘as above so below’ written in cursive. The left was Zelda’s favourite, two hands holding the three phase moon with the continuation of the phrase ‘as the body so the soul’ in the same font. The fine line ink looked so beautiful on your skin, pale with a healthy glow to it and the small white accents in the ink was just beautiful.

Zelda kept her hands moving as she admired the tattoos.

“Those are beautiful,” she said, her eyes glued to your thighs.

“You said that when I first got them done,” you smiled, turning your head to look at her.

The second they were finished you had snapped photos and sent them to the witch, so eager for her to see them and according to Hilda, the older witch had gasped in awe. It filled you with pride to know that something you had on your body forever had the strong approval of Zelda Spellman.

“I’m not just talking about the tattoos,” Zelda whispered, leaning close to your ear.

“Zelda,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper as your breathing increased.

The older witch just hummed in your ear, the sound low and enticing as her fingers pressed into your skin.

“I can stop,” Zelda said, her voice soft and lacking any form of teasing, it really was your decision.

“I don’t want you to stop touching me but I want you to stop teasing,” you groaned, desperate to feel her hands lower down your body.

Zelda chuckled and let go of your shoulders, one hand coming up and threading through your hair to scratch your scalp. You leaned into her touch and a soft sigh left your lips making the red-head smile.

Zelda walked back around the couch, her hand brushing against your jaw as she sat back down. You instantly straddled her lap and pressed your lips back against hers. Zelda’s hands found your hips and back, holding you closer to her. You slid your tongue against her bottom lip and she gladly opened up, her own tongue sliding into your mouth and leading. You moaned against her lips and you could feel her nails dig into your skin as she pushed herself harder against you.

“Please Zelda,” you gasped against her lips, “I need you,”

“You’re first time will not be on a couch in my office,” Zelda chuckled, her nails digging into your hips.

You groaned and began to press kisses to her jaw. Zelda was very clearly playing a game that she thought she would win but you’ve been a virgin all 75 years of your life, you could be patient.

Your hands found the back of her hair and you threaded your fingers through the soft curls before sharply tugging to expose more of her neck. The low groan she let out only affirming she liked a bit of pain with her pleasure. You ran your tongue over a sensitive spot on her neck and Zelda chuckled, letting you have your fun. It wasn’t until you sunk your teeth into her flesh did you know you’d won, the growl that escaped her throat just turning you on further.

You sucked a dark mark into Zelda’s pale skin and her hands found your hair, holding you closer to her. You licked over the bite mark and sucked another next to it.

“Iris, if you keep doing that I will fuck you on this couch and I will not be gentle,” Zelda warned, her grip tightening in your hair.

“And what if that’s what I want?” You asked, looking into her eyes, “to be ruined by you and remember it every time I’m in your office,”

You pressed another kiss to her neck and nipped at the skin.

“Fuck,” Zelda breathed, you were testing her restraint.

You bit your lip and looked at her with wide eyes, you may be a virgin but you certainly had your fair share of almosts. You knew the innocent look would drive her insane and by the way her emerald eyes darkened, you knew you had her.

You were on your back before you could even think and you let out a small whimper at the way her hands roamed over your body. Her legs straddled yours and she bent low, her teeth grazing your skin as she began to suck her own marks against your neck.

“How attached are you to this shirt?” Zelda asked, searching your eyes.

You chuckled and mumbled a spell under your breath, the barrier of clothing disappearing piece by piece. Zelda’s eyes were wide as she watched your skin become more and more on display. You ran your nails up her thighs and Zelda shivered as she realised your spell was removing her clothes as well.

“You’ll have to teach me that one,” Zelda said but her eyes remained unfocused as they roamed your now naked body.

You chuckled but your own eyes were focused on her chest. Zelda leaned back down and pressed her lips against yours softly, a silent moment that gave you the chance to stop her if you wanted to. You didn’t want to, you knew you wanted her and she very clearly wanted you as well so you threaded your hands through her hair and pressed her that little bit closer to you. You slid your tongue against her bottom lip and Zelda seemed to understand that you were tired of waiting.

Her lips moved down your body, her hands leading the way as she squeezed at your skin before following with her mouth. Her hands found your chest and she ran her thumb softly over your nipple earning a sharp gasp from you. Her mouth followed, lips wrapping around the bud as her fingers began to pinch at your other breast.

“Zelda,” you whined “you said you’d be rough,”

The redhead chuckled and continued to tease your chest. The roughest she got was the occasional bite as she littered marks all over your skin. Your hands remained in her hair and you continuously tried to push her head lower. Zelda chuckled and grabbed your hands, pinning your wrists together before holding them above your head.

“If I’m going to ruin you, I’ll do it my way,” Zelda said, her eyes dark as she looked up at you through her lashes.

Her tone left no room for argument and you kept your hands above your head even as she let go of them.

“Zelda, I've waited 75 years to finally sleep with someone and you really think that teasing me will ruin me?” You asked, your eyebrow raised, “how can the anticipation mean anything if I don’t know what to anticipate?”

Zelda huffed a laugh but she knew you were right to some degree. She pressed her lips to your stomach and positioned herself between your legs.

“You have masturbated before, right?” Zelda asked, looking up at you with a wide smile.

“Yes, Zelda, I may be a virgin but I’m certainly not a prude,” you replied, sticking your tongue into your cheek in mock annoyance.

Zelda’s smile widened and she finally lowered her head, hooking your legs over her shoulders. You sat up on your elbows to watch her and almost moaned at the sight of Zelda fucking Spellman between your legs and looking at your centre like it was a five course meal. She licked her lips and blew air at your clit, the action making your hips buck slightly. She may have stopped the teasing you would be familiar with, but your lack of experience gave her a whole range of new ways to tease.

“Zelda,” you breathed, “please,”

The older witch just smiled and pressed her tongue flat against your centre. You whimpered at the contact, the feeling of someone else touching you instead of your own hands was something you don’t think you could ever give up. But she didn’t move, just kept her tongue flat against you, waiting for you to start squirming.

You tried to buck your hips but Zelda held tight to your hips, pushing you further into the couch below. She began to move but not in the way you wanted, her tongue only softly licking everywhere but where you needed her. She avoided your clit and your entrance, swirling her tongue against your lower lips.

“Zelda,” you whined, “stop being such a fucking tease,”

The red-headed witch chuckled against you, the noise sending vibrations through you that made your hips buck.

“But you’re so cute when you beg,” Zelda said, pulling away from your centre slightly, “be a good girl and say please and I might give you what you so desperately want,”

“Please Zelda, I want you to fuck me, I need you to fuck me and ruin me,” you pleaded, “I don’t care if you tie me up and don’t stop until I pass out, just please Zelda,”

Zelda smiled and finally brought her mouth back to your now dripping centre. You were definitely making a mess on her couch. You kept pleading, your mouth feeling dry without hers against it.

“Please, please, pleas-”

Zelda cut off your pleading by wrapping her mouth around your clit and sucking, the action stealing the breath from your lungs. You let out a high pitched whine as she ran her tongue over the bundle of nerves. Zelda was more than enjoying the way you squirmed, your body not used to the sensation and trying to escape while simultaneously trying to buck into her mouth.

“Zelda,” you gasped, sliding a hand over your chest and pinching a nipple.

The older woman hummed against you and you whimpered at the vibration.

“M-more,” you gasped, “please,”

Zelda hummed again and dipped her tongue into your entrance. You cried out and arched your back, your head falling back at the strange but welcomed sensation. The redhead between your legs moaned at the sight of you falling apart on her tongue, a sight she had wished to see for longer than she cared to admit.

Every fiber of your being was on fire as you felt the coil in your stomach build up. You chanted her name as you rolled your hips against her mouth, your body shaking in pleasure.

Zelda loved to hear you screaming her name, enjoyed more than anything to hear your cries of pleasure as she licked at you, fucking you with her tongue. She dug her nails into your hips, breaking skin as she pushed her tongue deeper into you, wanting to taste you as far as she possibly could.

“Zelda, please, I-I’m so close,” you rasped, your hands grasping at the armrest of the couch.

“Good,” Zelda husked, her voice raw with pleasure.

Your throat felt raw as you continued to scream out in ecstasy, your orgasm cresting in a wave that made your body shake. You cried out Zelda’s name as you came and you clamped your hand over your mouth, suddenly very aware of how loud you had been. It was hard to keep your noises down as she continued to lick and suck at your clit.

“Z-Zelda, fuck,” you groaned, clawing at the couch underneath you.

The older witch chuckled and began to nip at the skin of your thighs. You whimpered and couldn’t help the way you bucked up into her.

“Zee,” you mumbled, reaching for her, “can I, I wanna taste you too,”

Zelda smiled down at you and placed your legs down so you were laying flat on the couch. You pushed yourself forward and brought her legs to straddle yours, her bare centre pressing against your stomach. She chuckled lightly and let you kiss her, her hands cupping your cheeks.

“Do you even know what to do?” Zelda asked, poking you in the shoulder softly.

“Shut up, I’m not stupid,” you laughed, gripping her hips, “and besides, you’re a great teacher, I’m sure I can learn,”

Zelda chuckled and pulled you with her as she leaned back on the couch. She kept her legs wrapped around your waist and you barely caught yourself above her, your arms flying out to land either side of her head. You trailed your lips down her neck, your teeth scraping against the skin. You couldn’t stop yourself from sucking a mark against her collarbone.

You moved further down, your hands softly sliding and grasping at her chest. You nipped at the skin before wrapping your lips around her nipple. The action made her moan, the sound low and rich and turning into a gasp when your hand pinched her other nipple. You showed equal attention to each breast, swapping to the other one until her chest was littered with marks.

Once you were satisfied with the painting of red and purple on her chest you continued to move down, your lips worshiping her body as you made your way down to her centre.

“You’re awfully wet, Zelda,” you said with a smile.

Zelda let out a soft groan, not nearly bothered to tease you or argue back with you. You nipped at the skin of her thighs, painting the alabaster skin with marks that you hoped she would feel and see for days. Her hips bucked up and sought your mouth but you just kept teasing at her thighs.

“Iris,” Zelda moaned, “don’t be a tease,”

“I seem to remember not too long ago I asked you the same thing,” you laughed, “say please,”

Zelda huffed in annoyance and turned her face away in an effort to hide the growing blush on her features. You continued to nip at her thighs, moving up just a little bit higher and giving her hope that you would stop your teasing bites. You didn’t, just kept biting and sucking and running over the marks with your tongue. The soft moans and whines she was trying to hide only made you more insistent to tease her.

You blew air onto her clit and delighted in the breathy moan she let out, you waited for her to beg but she held firm, her jaw tensing as she fought against the urge to start begging.

“One little word, Zelda,” you smiled, “just one,”

She kept her head turned away from you but you could see the blush spilling down her chest. You were nothing if not determined and patient. You moved higher again, this time nipping right underneath the swell of her belly, kissing and biting the skin until her hand tangled in your hair and she pulled you off her.

“Iris,” Zelda growled, “don’t,”

You were taken aback for a moment by the change in her tone, like she was suddenly mad at you.

“I- what?” You asked, “did I do something wrong?”

“Just, don’t, not there,” she said, shifting uncomfortably.

Your face softened in recognition of her insecurity, but she was the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen and you were determined to show her. You grabbed her hands and pinned them to the couch by her sides. You watched as she furrowed her brows at your movements and then you leaned down and began to kiss, and nip, and suck at the soft skin of her stomach.

She tried to protest but you kept going until her protests turned into small whimpers and moans.

“Iris…” Zelda groaned, “please…”

You raised your head and smiled as she turned her face away again, a flush rising on her cheeks once again.

“Every part of you is beautiful,” you said, “say it, Zelda, every part of you,”

She still refused to meet your eyes so you let go of her wrists and grabbed her jaw. You forced her to meet your eyes and raised your eyebrow, she was under you now so she’d play by your rules.

“E-every part is beautiful,” Zelda sighed but you gave her another firm look, “every part of me is beautiful,”

You smiled and pressed your lips against hers before you moved back down her body. You found your way back down to her centre, your lips wrapping around her clit. Zelda whined and her back arched as you traced your tongue over the bundle of nerves.

You couldn’t help but moan at the taste of her, it was musky and salty and seemed to satiate a hunger you didn’t even know you had. You licked and sucked at her clit, desperate to hear more of the low and gruff moans she was letting out. You couldn’t believe you’d waited this long before doing this before, it was even better than having Zelda’s fingers in you.

That thought gave you an idea and you moved your mouth further down and dipped your tongue into her entrance. You moaned against her wet heat at the feeling of her walls clenching around your tongue and the vibrations from your sound only made them clench harder.

“Sweet Hecate,” Zelda moaned, “you’ve really never done this before?”

You hummed against her before pulling away and replacing your tongue with two fingers. You slowly began to push them into her, more than enjoying the low moan that escaped her.

“Not even once,” you said, pushing yourself forward and kissing her, “but like I said, you’re a great teacher,”

Zelda huffed a laugh that quickly turned into a gasp as you curled your fingers. Her hands found your hair and she pulled you back against her lips, moaning at the taste of herself in your mouth.

“More,” she breathed, “please,”

You groaned slightly at her use of the word once again and easily slid in a third finger on your next thrust. After all, who were you to say no to Zelda Spellman. You could feel her walls clenching around your fingers and the feeling only made you push your fingers in harder, reaching that little bit deeper and watching as her face scrunched in pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful,” you said, pressing kisses down her neck.

Zelda hummed and continued to arch into your touch, her hands finding your hair and holding you closer to her. You had to taste her again, it was like a whole new need had overtaken your body and you had to have your mouth against her centre. You moved back down and latched your mouth around her clit, the action making Zelda whine. You continued to thrust your fingers into her, curling the digits and scissoring them as you traced your name over her clit.

“Fuck, Iris,” Zelda moaned, “just like that,”

You kept going, kept your pace and movements even as you brought her closer and closer to the edge. You were determined to have her come undone, determined to taste her release. Her hips were rocking against your face and her moans increased in pitch as she searched for her release. You grazed your teeth against her clit and she cried out. Zelda went stiff above you and her lips parted in a silent scream as she came.

You kept lapping up the wetness that leaked from her entrance, the taste slightly sweeter than before. You kept going until she was pushing you away and you had a wolfish smile on your face. Zelda chuckled softly at the look in your eyes, like you wanted nothing more than to spend the few hours between her legs.

“I take it I did alright,” you laughed, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“You did great, Iris,” Zelda chuckled, pulling you on top of her.

Her lips crashed against yours and her hands trailed back up your body. Your kisses were still full of need and you moaned against her as your hips slowly began to grind against her stomach.

“I’m taking you home and I’m not letting you leave until the morning,” Zelda said.

The day had began like any other lately, supporting Zelda at the academy, overlooking some classes and a few errands for your girlfriend. The two of you had spent quite a while in her office as she finished her paperwork, watching in quiet awe while you helped her work through most of it, bringing her tea or massaging the tension from her tense shoulders. Afterwards, she had taken your hand, gentle as ever before the two of you headed home, spending dinner in the comfort of each other before sitting beside each other on the sofa, your legs positioned on Zelda‘s lap as a show played in the background, the two of you feeling calm and collected, excited for the upcoming weekend

The two of you began dating a few months back, you catching her attention at the academy, the stolen glances, the obvious mutual attraction but it took you both time, Zelda more as she tried to wrap her head around the fact that you are a student, considerably older and definitely appropriate but she had worried what others may think until Hilda had told her that she was headpriestress and could do whatever the hell she wants. Things quickly led to one another but so far the two of you hadn‘t taken it further than the cuddles, the occasional making out but the redhead stopping herself just in time as she wanted to give you patience and time, wanting you to truly feel ready.

Zelda had always carried herself with confidence, a certain grace that made your pulse quicken. You had been waiting for this moment, wanting to wait for the right time. But the glances, the touches, everything had been building up so slowly between you two that you couldn‘t wait any longer. You wanted her, the thoughts having circled for days now and you couldn‘t hold it back from your girlfriend any longer.

Tonight, in the privacy of each other, things feel different, the way Zelda‘s green eyes trail over to you with a heat that makes your skin flush, yet her movements remain calm and measured. „Zelds?“ you ask after a while, her attention shifting from the tv to you. „I‘m ready“ is all you say, your eyes silently communicating with her, pleading and begging for her. Her eyebrows raise in surprise, her mouth slightly ajar before she composes herself. „You‘re sure?“ she asks, her voice soft but commanding, a hint of concern laced in her tone, that this was too early, that you weren‘t truly ready.

You nod, taking a breath as your heart races in your chest. It was time and you wanted nothing more than for her to take control, to guide you through this. There was a small part of you that wondered whether your girlfriend knew about your desires, your kinks and that you had done this before, the redhead seeming to think you are this innocent angel at times.

With slow and deliberate movements, she turns the TV off, offering her hand to you with a look that already causes your cheeks to flush and the heat travelling right to your core. She leads you upstairs, wasting no time as she slowly positions you on the bed, her hand moving to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing against your lower lip as she leans down to kiss you, slow and tender. You feel the control in her touch, the way she leads the kiss but never pushing too hard. She was being careful with you, like you are the most fragile thing on this planet that she couldn‘t hurt, needed to protect.

Her lips move to your neck, each kiss filled with praise, murmurs of how beautiful and perfect you are for her. Your body responds to her instantly but you can‘t deny the underlying ache you feel for her. You want her to know you aren‘t as inexperienced as she thinks. But when her hands roam over your body, gently undressing each item of clothing, the tension builds and the ability to speak leaves you.

„You‘re so soft darling“ she whispers, lips brushing against your collarbone. „I‘ll take care of you“ she promises. Her words stir something deep inside you, but they also realize she is holding back still. And despite appreciating her gentleness, you needed her to know you are ready for more. Your hands reach for her, pulling her closer as her breath hitches, barely able to contain the growing desire.

„I want this“ you whisper, voice trembling with need and eyes filled with hunger. „I‘m ready, Zelda“ you try again, wanting her to understand, your eyes silently pleading with her. When her eyes meet yours, something shifts in her expression, she pauses, searching your face as if to make sure you meant it and then her lips curl into a knowing smile, finally understanding that you were truly ready and understanding what you truly needed.

„Good girl“ she praises, her voice like silk and the words send a shiver down your spine, pressing your legs together. She leans down again, this time with more purpose, more pressure as she deepens the kiss, her hands surer on your body. But still she holds back as her fingers finally touch you, brushing over your thighs and moving between them. It takes everything within you not to arch your back and beg for more. The pleasure she gives you is slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving your face.

„You‘re doing so well“ she whispers, her fingers finally reaching your clit and beginning to move in slow circles. „Such a good girl“ she praises again, loving the way your face flusters and your body reacts to the praise. She has you gasping for breath, your body reacting on its own but the need for more surges in before you can stop yourself.

„Mommy“ you whisper with your eyes closed, the words barely audible but the moment it passes, your cheeks flush with embarrassment and your eyes force open. You didn‘t mean to say it out loud but the way it felt on your tongue sent a shock of arousal through you, one that Zelda could feel on her fingers as you coated them in wetness. The redhead pauses, her gaze softening before a wicked smirk tugs at the corner of her lips. for a moment, you thought she might say something but she leans in closer, pressing a kiss below your ear.

,,Is that what you want, sweet girl?'' she asks, her voice low and teasing. ,,You want to call me mommy?'' your breath gets caught in your throat and you nod, unable to find any words. The embarrassment lingered for moments but quickly replaced with the desire for your girlfriend, still on top of you. You feel your entire body shaking and pulling with need, her words igniting a fire within you and you couldn't hold back for a moment longer.

,,Zelda please'' you whisper, forcing your eyes shut as you feel like you may explode any second if she wasn't going to hurry up and give you what you need. ,,Tell mommy what you want'' she ushers and a moan slips out before you lock eyes with her, the shyness replaced by eagerness. ,,I want your fingers inside me please'' you beg, the desperation so clear in your voice that it takes Zelda by surprise, never having seen this side of you but enjoying it nevertheless. ,,Anything for you princess'' she smirks before deliberately and slowly moving her fingers from her clit to your entrance. Her eyes search yours for any sign of doubt but she finds nothing but desire and so she pushes them inside, slow at first before stretching you out quickly.

Withins seconds, you are a moaning mess, covering her fingers in your juices and moaning, begging, crying all at the same time while she pushes her fingers in and out of your entrance. Zelda could tell that you had done this before, that there was a side to you that she hasn't gotten to know yet and she couldn't hide her own arousal and how much she wanted to explore this with you. She can't help but give into your whines and moans, curling her fingers inside you and quickly driving you closer to the edge. ,,Oh god.. Zelda please'' you beg and instantly whine as she extracts her fingers, lingering above you for a moment as she kisses your lips before her head travels lower and in between your thighs.

Without warning, she puts her fingers back inside you, curling them with a pace that takes your breath away, causing your vision to blur from the bliss and any ability to speak leaving you. Her mouth attacks your clit as she begins licking and sucking, her fingers still hitting the perfect spot inside you and within seconds she has you spasming in her arms, her eyes never leaving yours as she watches you so close on edge. She wanted to keep going forever, tease and edge you but she couldn't help how much she wanted you to fall apart for her. And so her eyes lock with you before she whispers ,,Cum for mommy'' before attacking your clit again and within seconds your orgasm washes over you as your juices flow down her fingers, her mouth quick to lick up every last bit of your cum, not caring about how sensitive you feel once you come down from your high.

With a smirk she carefully hovers above you again, capturing your lips in a kiss, her tongue fighting for entrance but you grant it and moan slightly at tasting yourself on her lips and tongue. ,,God..'' you sigh, trying to control your breathing, your body still feeling utter bliss from your orgasm moments before. ,,That was amazing'' you pant, trying to control your heaving chest and Zelda simply smiles before pressing a kiss to your cheek, sensing how exhausted you are, your forehead sweating and your eyes already looking a little heavy. ,,You were amazing darling'' she praises before she begins getting up but you stop her as you grab her wrist, pouting at her. ,,Let's get you cleaned up'' she smirks but you protest. ,,Darling, this was enough for tonight trust me'' she insists and you nod, feeling tired but a little disappointed nevertheless.

Ever since I began working at the Academy, she's been the bane of my existence. No matter where I went, what lecture I was teaching or event I was at, Zelda Spellman has made it her personal mission to make my life a living hell.

I wracked my brain for months, but couldn't fathom a possible reason to warrant why she treated me the way that she did. Everything from petty brushes she'd give me in the hallways to ridiculing me in front of students, there were no lengths she wouldn't go to, to ensure I was miserable.

A prime example of this would be the time I was teaching my Potions class. I was brewing a concoction that would turn any object into gold, when she walked in mid-lecture.

"You have to make sure to use an even balance of stable and reactive elements, while remembering and reciting the proper incantation. Any questions?"

I look into the crowd and see the redhead raise her hand.

"Yes, Professor Spellman?", I sighed,

"How do you expect anyone to memorize what you teach with such a dreary approach?", she mocked, earning chuckles and murmurs from the students.

"I mean for Satan's sake, I was lulling off before I even walked in"

To say it took all the strength I had to keep a level head would've been an understatement. Humiliating me in front of our colleagues was one thing, but to do so in front of students? That was the straw that broke the camel's back. So, from that moment on, I decided to give her a taste of her own medicine.

"Maybe you should get some rest then or better yet, drop dead"

The teens all turn to each other in absolute shock.

"After all, aren't you a few centuries past your expiration date?", I added on.

To my surprise, she seemed completely unfazed by my first ever retaliation. In fact, I could've sworn I saw a slight smirk tug at her lips. She simply turned away and walked off, leaving me with the now rowdy pupils.

That didn't prompt any sort of change afterwards though. The only difference it made was when she would fire at me, I'd fire back and I thought that's just how things were going to be.

Which brings us to tonight. The Lupercalia celebration. Though I didn't quite enjoy the idea of supervising students while they fornicated, I was a member of staff after all and I had certain duties to fulfill. As each pair walked off into the woods, baskets in hand, I go to retreat back into the academy, where a cup of coffee and a book awaited me on my desk.

When out of nowhere, my path was blocked by none other than Father Blackwood. If there was one person on earth I despised more than Zelda, it was Faustus. He was always so condescending and smug with the way he spoke to people. He'd treat everyone as if they were beneath him and I for one wasn't going to kiss his ass the way other female staff members did.

"Good evening, Miss (Y/L/N)", he grinned.

"Father Blackwood"

"A marvelous event, is it not?"

"Sure", I shrugged.

"Why the skepticism?", he narrowed his gaze.

"Nothing"

"Oh, you needn't shy away. You're a brilliant woman and I would love to hear your thoughts", he insists, leaning in closer towards me.

I take a step back to establish some distance, whilst clearing my throat.

"Well, it's just not really my thing. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure the idea of women getting chased by ravenous men in wolf heads sounds thrilling to certain people, but I don't really get it", I explained, unbothered to hide the sarcasm in my tone.

"Oh?", he challenged, taking a step closer.

"Maybe I could be of service, hm? Change your mind and get you in the...holiday spirit?", he added, backing me up against a tree.

"Faustus", I warned, as he dipped down to look at me.

"What? Are you scared-"

"There you are", a voice called out.

We both turn and there stood Zelda. I never thought I'd say this, but I was actually glad to see her.

"Must I do everything around here? You said you would help me organize tomorrow's event once the hunt had begun and here you are, killing time? This is truly just like you"

"I-"

"We've wasted enough time. I'm sorry Father Blackwood, but you'll have to excuse (Y/N)", she says, walking up to us and hauling me away by my arm before he could even get a word in.

Once we were inside the Academy, she let me go and compelled the doors to close shut.

"You're welcome"

"For what?", I questioned, knitting brows together.

"For this. Rescuing you"

"I didn't ask for your help-"

"Oh, so you enjoyed his advances?"

"No-"

"Then I stand by what I said. You're welcome", she interrupted, leaving me more confused than I was to begin with.

"You hate me"

"Says who?", she scoffed.

I shake my head in disbelief.

"Um, I'm sorry, where the months of you endlessly taunting me just a coincidence then?"

"Oh, that was just me pulling at your pigtails. I find it rather adorable how red in the face you get"

And for the first time ever, I felt something other than malice towards her.

"And even if I did, I don't have to like you to keep you out of harm's way", she added, circling me like a shark in water.

"I guess"

The uncertainty in my voice painfully obvious.

"Besides, we both know you wouldn't let that horrid man lay a finger on you...would you?", she said, dragging her finger down my arm.

"No", I muttered under my breath, as stopped right in front of me.

Her eyes rake up and down my frame, causing an unfamiliar chill to shoot up my spine.

"Very good", she almost whispered, leaning in closer.

Only this time, I didn't find myself wanting to pull away.

In fact, the less distance there was between us, the thicker the air became. I eventually managed to step back, averting my gaze.

"Why are you doing this?", I exhaled.

"It wasn't enough for you to make me miserable, now you wanna play mind games? What do you want from me?"

"I want you"

Tears began to cloud my vision, but not out of sadness, but from frustration and being utterly lost. She had been driving me up the wall since I got here and I nearly lost my mind trying to figure out why.

"If this is another trick, save it-"

"It isn't"

I take in a deep breath, watching her contemplate her next choice of words.

"I've said things, hurtful things and I'm not denying that, but I want to make it known that I meant none of it"

"Sure you didn't"

"How would lying benefit me at this moment?", she rebutted.

"I don't know, to save face? To lure me into a false sense of security?"

She sighs, bowing her head down.

"No-"

"Then what is this? What are we doing here?"

When she wouldn't give me an answer, I got fed up and turned to walk away.

"I'm afraid I haven't been entirely honest about my true feelings", she admitted, stopping me in my tracks.

"From the moment you've arrived, I've been watching you"

"What?"

"Something about you was just so...tempting. Your doe eyes, your voice...your lips", she says, eyeing them down.

God, if looks could kill.

"I tried to keep away, believe me, I did, but for whatever reason, I couldn't get you out of my mind. So, I settled for teasing you like some petulant school girl which, in hindsight, doesn't aid me currently, but...it got me the attention I was looking for"

Every puzzle piece was falling into place right before me. It all started to finally make sense.

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

She raises her brows, scoffing.

"And risk the humiliation had you rejected me? I'm not sure if you've noticed, but I'm rather headstrong and possess quite the ego. I can only admit this now because I want you to trust me", she explains, taking one last step towards me and leaving only a few inches of space.

"Besides...isn't the chase half the fun?", she challenged.

As the seconds passed, so did the last of my reservations. How was I possibly expected to think straight when the smell of her perfume and signature cigarette smoke filled my senses? When I began to lose my way in her sage green eyes that rivaled labyrinths?

"Zelda-"

"Say the word and I'll walk away", her voice barely above a whisper.

"But please do so quickly. I'm not sure how much longer-"

Throwing all caution to the wind, I finally pull her face into a kiss. A kiss so needy and desperate, I was sure my lips were now painted the same crimson shade as hers were. Her hands take me in by the small of my waist, as mine crept into her auburn locks, grasping at the roots.

It was as if someone set fire to my skin. I was almost certain I would have fallen to my knees if it hadn't been for her firm grip. With a gust of wind swirling around us, we were now standing in a bedroom that I assumed was hers.

"It's not too late", she exhaled, giving me a chance to back out.

"You can still-"

"I want this"

"How badly?", she questioned, grazing her teeth on the side of my neck.

"Please, I need you", I whined, feeling her hand grab my breast.

"Where? Here?", she teased, as my body bucked against hers.

"Or..."

Her hand then slides down my abdomen and into my skirt, cupping my clothed core and earning a gasp.

"There it is", she chuckled, pushing my panties to the side and rubbing up and down my damp folds.

She reveled in them. Each and every pathetic sound that left me. From her low groans and pants, it was as if she could get off by simply seeing me come apart in her grasp.

Once she had gathered enough of my slick, she pushed two fingers into me, as my head fell back with a moan that bounced off the walls.

"You're such a cute little thing", she praised, littering my collarbones with bitemarks and hickeys.

She began curling her digits in and out me, slowly building up momentum, and with each stroke, she would press directly into my g-spot. With her skills, it should've come as no surprise to me when I felt my climax already beginning to build.

I clutch onto her shoulders for support, burying my face into her chest.

"Fuck", I moaned through gritted teeth.

"That's it", she muttered, capturing my lips once more.

Our tongues fighting for dominance, before mine eventually surrendered.

Her pace grew more rampant, almost ramming into me now. I wasn't sure how much more I could take, but before I was able to find out, she pulls her hand away, leaving me aching and heavy-breathing.

"Zelda, please-"

"Keep whining and I'll stop all together", she warned, holding me up by the curve of my ass.

"And we wouldn't want that, would we?", she questioned.

"No", my voice merely a whimper.

Smirking, she sucks her fingers clean, whilst humming at the taste.

"God, you're just as sweet as you look", she said, before walking me backwards into the bed, where I fell onto my elbows.

"If you behave, I'll have you coming over and over to your heart's content", she says, running her finger down the side of my face.

Her cat like grin only adding to the anticipation.

"I just need to get your special surprise, but first", she announced and with a wave of her hand, we were both undressed.

Our clothes in a pile on the floor.

I couldn't help but rake my stare up and down her form. She was nothing short of perfection and I internally cursed myself for denying myself this paradise for so long. Every curve and dip, her auburn locks effortlessly cascading down her shoulders and the smudged rouge on her lips. It took everything in me not to lose myself before the real fun had begun.

"Like what you see?"

"Yes", I breathed out, grabbing her by the waist and nipping at her alabaster skin.

With a soft giggle, she saunters off towards the closet, rummaging through a few things, before pulling out a velvet box and making her way back to me. Her slender fingers undo the latch and lifts the lid up to reveal a black strap waiting inside.

My eyes meet hers once more, this time, with a new found fire.

"Help me out, darling?"

I grab the toy and she steadies herself with my shoulders, as I helped her into the harness. Once it was secured around her hips, she pulls me into yet another heated kiss, carefully laying me down and situating herself between my legs.

"You know usually, I enjoy hearing you argue with me", she pants between kisses, whilst pawing at my hips and breasts.

"But seeing you so needy it renders you speechless? Now that's a treat", she adds, throwing my calves around her waist.

I couldn't fight back, even if I wanted to. My mind was not as it was and she didn't bother hiding how much she loved it. All I could do was wrap my limps around her tighter and let out one pathetic moan after the other.

She looks down between us and takes a hold of the toy by its base, sliding the tip up and down my dripping folds.

"Seems like you're adequately prepped", she muttered under her breath.

Without wasting one more moment, she thrusts into me and fills me to the hilt. If there was anyone in this house, I'd made my presence more than clear with the pornographic gasp I let out.

Immediately, her pace was fast and rough, as if she were racing against time. Had it not been for the foreplay, I was sure to be ripped apart.

"Zelda!", I cried out, gripping the roots of her hair.

"You're doing so good. So fucking good", she praised, hooking her arms under mine to ram into me.

My vision faded in and out of darkness from the pleasure overwhelming every one of my senses. The knot in the pit of my tightening with each thrust.

I claw down her back, only encouraging her to go faster.

"Yes! Oh God!"

"He can't help you", she groaned against my neck.

I felt like a raw nerve in the most delicious way. I'd never been fucked this good or this thoroughly in my life.

She quickly took notice of the way she struggled against my clenching walls and wrapped a hand around my throat.

"You wanna come?"

"Yes! Fucking yes!", I cried out.

"Say it, say you're mine and I'll let you"

"I'm yours, fuck, I'm all yours! Give it to me, please!"

Ultimately satisfied with my begging and pleading, she reaches her other hand down to vigorously rub my throbbing clit.

"Do it, show me", she panted.

That was all I needed to hear. I came undone, screaming her name and digging my nails deeper into her back.

"Good girl", she exhaled, kissing my cheek and helping me ride out my orgasm.

By the end, my mind was reduced to mush and the room smelt of sex and sweat. She allowed me to catch my breath, before gently pulling out of me, leaving me whining at the sore emptiness. Once she magicked the toy away, she envelopes me in her warm embrace.

"Shhh, I know", she soothed my whimpers.

"How are you feeling?"

"Hm?", I hummed.

She chuckles at the state of me.

"I take it you enjoyed yourself?", she smirked.

"Mhm", I nuzzled into her shoulder.

Aftercare with Melissa looks like being fed, not coddled. So once your legs stop working right, she's already up, robe thrown on, coming back ten minutes later with a glass of ice water and a plate she reheated just for you. "Sit up and eat somethin'. You worked hard just now, I ain't havin' you pass out on me." You wake up to iced coffee already waiting on the nightstand, made exactly how you take it.

Her whole living room is wrapped in plastic like a crime scene, except for you. Walk in looking wiped from your day and she'll crack a beer, drop onto the couch, and pull you right into her lap, cushions be damned. "Forget the couch, sweetheart. For you I'll buy a whole new set. C'mere and let me hold you a minute."

She sleeps on the side of the bed closest to the door. Always has, ever since she was a kid running around with her uncles, and now it just means you get pulled flush against her chest all night, one heavy arm thrown over you like a seatbelt. Wake up from a bad dream and she doesn't even need to open her eyes to tighten her hold. "I gotcha. Nothin's gettin' past me tonight. Go back to sleep."

You mention once, offhand, that some lingerie brand is always sold out online, and three days later there's a box waiting on the kitchen table with your name on it. Ask how she got it and she just shrugs like it's nothing. "Don't worry about it, it fell off a truck. Go try it on for me."

Some days Abbott just empties her all the way out, whether it's Ava running the budget into the ground or a parent losing it at conferences, and she doesn't come home wanting to talk about any of it. She wants her hands on you. You'll hear the front door, then her keys hit the bowl, and then she's got you backed against the nearest wall before you've even said hello, mouth at your throat, done thinking for the day.

She loves making you work for praise. She'll tease you right up to the edge and hover there, watching you get needier by the second, before she finally gives in and her voice drops into something low and rough against your ear. "There she is. Look at ya, doin' so good for mama. Wasn't that easier than throwin' a fit?"

Some guy tries buying you a drink at the bar and Melissa doesn't bother with words for him. Her arm's around your waist before you've clocked she moved, pulling you back against her chest while she stares him down until he finds somewhere else to be. In the car her hand's already sliding under your shirt. "Mine. Say it."

She never raises her voice when you're mouthing off at a family thing, she just leans in close and drops it to something only you can hear. "Keep talkin'. See what happens to that mouth once we're home." Then she goes right back to her plate of ziti like she didn't just ruin the rest of your night.

Rocky's on in the background more than any other movie in that house, mostly because it gives her an excuse to get handsy while pretending to watch it. Halfway through the montage her hand's already crawling up your thigh, fingers slipping past your waistband like it's nothing, and she loves it most when you've got that pretty polish on because she likes watching your hands fist the sheets. "Relax. Just gettin' comfortable." She is not just getting comfortable.

Don't bother hinting at what you want, she doesn't play that game. Start dancing around it instead of asking outright and she'll stop cold, arms crossed, eyebrow up. "I don't do charades. Use your words or we're done here." Say it plain and her whole face changes, smug and satisfied, already moving to give you exactly what you asked for.

Her dirty talk doesn't waste time being pretty about it, and when she's really worked up the Italian slips out on its own. "Santa Maria, look at ya. So wet for me already." Call her babe out in public and she'll wave you off with an eye roll, but get her alone, deep inside you, and tell her you're hers, and she goes completely still for a second before that smirk creeps back in. "Damn right you are."

She keeps a mental list of everything that gets you weak, never says a word about it, and just ambushes you with it later. Mention once that you like your neck bitten and three weeks after that she'll have you pinned against the counter mid dishes, mouth already there. "What? Can't a woman multitask?"

She's got a laugh she only breaks out once she's got you exactly where she wants you, low and a little wicked, nothing like her regular laugh. Hear that one and you already know you're not walking straight tomorrow.

Try running the show while acting like you're just going along with her and she clocks it instantly, and she is not amused. She'll pin your wrists with one hand and just look at you. "Oh, you think you're runnin' this? Cute." Then she takes her sweet time reminding you exactly whose room this is.

Very vocal. “Yeah? Ya like that?” “Look at you, baby, makin’ a mess on my fuckin’ thigh. That’s my good girl.” It’s gruff and filthy and makes your stomach drop in the best way.

If you have an argument, the sex that follows is intense. Like she’s trying to apologize with every bite, every grip, every grind. She doesn’t say sorry with words unless it’s serious, but her mouth on you? That’s where she means it. Her tone’s rougher, like she’s mad at herself and taking it out on your thighs.

She loves teasing you in public. Just a hand on your lower back that dips too low. A whispered “You wearin’ those panties I like?” while you’re trying to order coffee.

Melissa never lets you drive. You want to go out? She grabs her keys and drives you anywhere and everywhere. She always has her hand on your thigh, playing classic rock. She likes to keep her eye on you.