#agrio

“I got mugged, mister,” Agatha said while picking up Señor Scratchy, “She took every little bit of power I had and left me with household appliances-”

Suddenly she heard a noise upstairs. She held the bunny closer to her chest as she slowly made her way upstairs. She looked around the corner and saw nothing. Had she gone mad? Probably.

She placed the white bunny on the floor and took the first thing she saw as a weapon. She heard the noise again, this time coming from the front door. She walked closer but before she could reach it, the door burst open, a massive amount of wind knocking her off her feet. She groaned in pain when she hit the floor. She looked up to come face to face with her worst enemy, Rio Vidal.

As Agatha started to get up, Rio lounged at her with her dagger, trapped her between the wall and her own body.

“I’ve missed you,” Rio said with slight sincerity, giving her a mocking smile while pressing the dagger dangerously close to Agatha’s throat.

“I hate you.” Agatha snarled, making her chuckle.

“How long has it been? Ever since you got your hands on the darkhold you hid behind all that dark magic but now,” she dug the tip of the dagger to the older woman’s collarbone, drawing a drop of blood, “You bleed out of mere touch. You’re vulnerable.”

“Only physically,” Agatha bashed Rio’s head into the wall and then started wrestling with her trying to get the dagger. The dagger ended up getting stuck on the wall and they looked at each. Agatha smiled sarcastically but it was quickly wiped off when Rio’s hand wrapped itself around her neck. Her body was suddenly thrown over her kitchen counter making her scream in pain.

Rio snatched her dagger from the wall and threw directly at Agatha’s head but she was able to shield herself with a baking pan. The dagger landed in between them and the both scrambled to take it. Unfortunately for Agatha, she accidentally grabbed the sharp end of it and it sliced through her palm, making her whimper pathetically.

“Aw, does it hurt, sweet girl?” Rio mocked which made Agatha retaliate, slapping her across the face before pinning her body down on the floor, one hand around her neck and the other pinning her hand with the dagger.

“You can’t kill me,” Rio gasped out.

“You can’t kill me. It’s not allowed.” Rio headbutted Agatha making her back away, holding her head in pain. A sudden rush of wind sent Agatha flying back, her back hitting a bookshelf full force. She fell on her knees, her body trembling in pain.

“Maybe I can’t kill you, but I can make you wish you were dead-”

“No wait! Please!” Agatha begged, giving Rio a look of pain and exhaustion,

“Agatha Harkness begging? This is new,” Rio smirked.

“This isn’t what you want, killing me when I have no power,” Agatha tries to reason with her, “You know you prefer me-“

“Horizontal? Perhaps in a grave,” Rio replied sarcastically, “But you know what? I won’t kill you,” she walked closer to her, leaning down to her eye level, “The Salem Seven will.” Agatha hadn’t realized that at some point tears had managed to leave her eyes. The younger woman brought her hand up to wipe them away, making her flinch slightly. She then took a hold of the bleeding hand and examined it.

“Gosh, watching you bleed really warms the heart.”

“You don’t have a heart-” she tried to pull her hand back.

“Yes I do. It’s black and it beats for you…” Rio licked the blood off Agatha’s hand, all while maintaining eye contact and when she was done she crashed her lips against the older woman’s, her hand fisting her hair. Agatha was somewhat shocked by the kiss. She tried to pull away but Rio’s grip on her hair was too tight. Her lips were soft and gentle, which was something she wasn’t used to. She closed her eyes and let herself melt into the kiss.

“I think your death can wait, don’t you think?” She kissed down Agatha’s jawline as she nodded her head pathetically knowing the words wouldn’t come out correctly. With a wave of Rio’s hand they were no longer in Agatha’s destroyed kicthen but in her bedroom. Rio was on top of her, straddling her hips, the head scarf she had before long gone.

“All the wait was worth it,” Rio whispered into Agatha’s ear, her magic binding her hand together above her head. Agatha struggled against the binds, her breathing getting heavy. She looked up at Rio, her eyes dark and her face red.

“You’re not getting away this time, sweetheart.” Rio whispered into her ear again this time nipping at her neck and licking the blood off the prior nick made by her dagger. Agatha let out a soft moan, arching her neck, giving Rio more access. Her hands were balled into fists, still trying to get free from the binds.

“You’ve always been so bratty for your own good,” Rio chuckled.

“I hate you-“ Agatha said through gritted teeth, a gasp leaving her mouth when Rio bit down on her neck, drawing more blood.

“Say it again. You know much it turns me on.” Her hand started undoing the ribbon on Agatha’s robe, slowly revealing her naked body. Agatha blushed and looked away, refusing to say it again. She was about to make another snarky comment when she felt Rio’s hand on her thigh, slowly making its way up her body.

“Hmm, no more snarky comments?” Agatha’s breathing hitched as Rio’s hand moved higher. She bit her lip, hard enough to draw blood, trying to hold back any sounds.

“You’re adorable, Agatha.” Rio praised before she snapped her fingers and her clothes disappeared. Agatha couldn’t help but look at Rio’s body, her eyes roaming over her curves and muscles.

“You like what you see?” She winked. Agatha rolled her eyes but didn’t deny it. She could feel her body heating up and she hated the fact that Rio had such an effect on her.

“I will make you break, sweet girl. Just you wait.”

“I can take it.” Agatha said, trying to sound confident. She could feel her heart racing in her chest as she anticipated what was about to happen next. Rio just giggles before wrapping her lips around one of her nipples. Agatha’s back arched off the bed, a loud moan escaping her lips. Her body trembled as Rio continued to suck on her nipple, her tongue swirling around it.

The hand that remained on Agatha’s inner thigh moved even closer to her core but not there yet. Agatha whimpered, her hips bucking up slightly, desperately wanting Rio to touch her where she needed her most but she refused to beg.

“Do you want me to touch you down here?” Rio’s fingers teased her outter labia. Agatha’s breathing was heavy, her eyes shut tightly.

“All you have to do is beg, baby. It’s that simple.” She encouraged.

Agatha opened her eyes, her gaze meeting Rio’s. She bit her lip again, her pride getting in the way of what she really wanted but in the end she nodded her head, a desperate plea escaping her lips.

“Please…”

“That’s a good girl.” Rio finally dipped her fingers into Agatha’s wetness. She leaned down and crashed her lips into a rough kiss. Rio had Agatha’s bottom lip between her teeth, licking the dried blood from earlier and sucking out more, savoring the metallic taste. Agatha moaned into the kiss, her body arching up to meet Rio’s touch. She could feel herself getting wetter with each stroke of Rio’s fingers. Her hands were still tied above her head, making her feel even more vulnerable and at Rio’s mercy.

Agatha’s skin was sensitive, every bite and nip sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She moaned and gasped, her body writhing underneath Rio’s touch. Her wrists strained against the binds, wanting to touch Rio but unable to do so. Soon Rio got to her soaked core and wrapped her lips around her clit without warning. Agatha let out a loud cry as her mouth closed around her clit. Her body trembled, her hips bucking up against Rio’s face.

“Oh god…”

“Feels good doesn’t it?” Agatha nodded her head, unable to form words. Her mind was clouded with pleasure, all thoughts of defiance gone. She moaned and whimpered, her body aching for more. Rio’s fingers joined her mouth, sending the blinded woman into pure bliss. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. She was so close to the edge, her moans growing louder and more desperate.

“Please!”

“Please what sweetheart?” Agatha was so far gone, she couldn’t even think straight. She whimpered and begged, her voice hoarse.

“Please let me cum…”

“Such a polite woman,” she praised, “Go ahead. Cum for me.” Her body obeyed the command, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She cried out, her back arching off the bed as she came hard. Her body trembled and shook, her vision blurring with pleasure.

“There we go. Such a good girl.” Agatha’s breathing was ragged, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She looked up at Rio with a dazed expression, her eyes half-lidded.

“I think it’s my turn now,” Rio said, giving Agatha a devilish grin. Her heart skipped a beat at Rio’s words. She was still recovering from her orgasm, but she couldn’t deny that the thought of pleasing Rio made her body tingle with excitement. She moved up her trembling body to her face.

“I’m going to ride this pretty face,” she cupped Agatha’s face, “and you’re going to make me cum…”

Agatha’s heart pounded in her chest. She nodded her head, her mouth already watering at the thought of tasting Rio. She licked her lips and looked up at Rio with a mixture of eagerness and submission.

“I told you you would break…” She couldn’t deny it. She was completely broken, at Rio’s mercy and loving every second of it. She looked up at Rio with a mixture of adoration and desire.

“…You always seem to win.”

“That we can both agree on. Now be a good girl and open wide for me.” Rio said while snapping her fingers, finally freeing Agatha’s hands. She obediently opened her mouth, her tongue sticking out slightly in anticipation.

Rio sat on her face, shamelessly moaning out in pleasure. Her hand soon tangled itself into Agatha’s hair pushing her face further into her pussy, almost suffocating. Agatha didn’t mind at all, she actually enjoyed every second of it. She used her now free hands to keep Rio’s thighs firmly on either side of her face.

Her senses were overwhelmed with the taste and scent of Rio. She licked and sucked at her pussy, her tongue darting in and out of her entrance making Rio moan out a string of profanities. She gripped into her thighs tightly, holding her in place as she worked to bring her to climax.

“God fuck- just like that-” Her tongue moving faster and more insistently against her clit in response. She could feel Rio’s body starting to tense, a sure sign that she was close to cumming. She started grinding her hips against Agatha’s face, chasing her high.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as the younger woman grinded against her face. She could feel herself getting turned on again, the taste and feel of Rio driving her wild. She increased the pressure of her tongue, focusing all her attention on her clit even more.

“Yes, yes, yess!” With one final thrust of her hips, Rio came undone, her body shuddering with pleasure. She let out a loud moan, her fingers digging into Agatha’s hair as she rode out her orgasm. Agatha eagerly lapped up every drop of Rio’s cum, savoring the taste of her. She continued to lick and suck until Rio was spent, her body going limp on top of her.

“Fuck, Agatha,” she kissed her lips. Agatha kissed her back, her lips still slick with Rio’s juices. She wrapped her arms around Rio, pulling her down onto the bed beside her.

“You taste like heaven…” Agatha said, making Rio chuckled against her lips before she started to stand up, putting her clothes back on.

“What are you doing?” Agatha asked, confused.

“I did say the Salem Seven would be coming to visit. And though I would love to be here to witness you meet your end,” she walked over to her once again, “I have things to do,” she kissed Agatha’s lips which the older woman returned still somewhat dumbfounded, “Te veo…”

Agatha watched as Rio walked away, a mix of emotions running through her. She touched her lips, still tingling from the kiss. After she stopped daydreaming she realized what she had gotten herself into. The Salem Seven were after her. Fuck.