#some relief

Your lower back aches, you feel nauseous, and you’re fairly certain that your uterus is, in fact, trying to kill you. 

It’s the second day of your period—always the worst. But this time, it feels extra bad. 

You groan and roll over, feeling a gush of blood from your cunt and you screw your eyes shut while you silently whine. Your fingers seek out the warmth on the other side of the bed, but you find only the cold absence of your girlfriend. 

Agatha must have gotten out early to attend to her potions or practice some spells that she’s been working on. You keep telling her to invent something to get rid of your period entirely, or at least the pain involved, but she hasn’t been able to yet. 

The last thing you want to do is get out of bed right now but you think you hear something downstairs so you grab the blanket from the foot of the bed and wrap it around you before jumping on the floor with as little movement as possible and hoping for the best. 

It doesn’t work. You can feel clumps of blood oozing out onto your pad and you stifle a muffled sob. 

It takes a few minutes to clean yourself up on the toilet and change and then you weakly climb down the steps, clinging to the railing. Your body breaks out in a clammy sweat and you shrug the blanket off your shoulders and leave it on the floor. 

You stagger to the couch and flop onto it, curling into a fetal position and roughly massaging your stomach to no avail. The heating pad is somewhere in the kitchen but that means having to get up and you don’t want to move an inch right now. 

Breathing becomes your sole focus and it feels like you’re sweating under your skin. You make little noises as you press hard on your stomach, small pleas for the pain to lessen. 

Just as you’re beginning to doze off, the door opens and you struggle to lift your head up. Your vision blurs and then focuses and you see your girlfriend’s sauntering sway of her hips and her thick dark hair falling over her shoulders. Her brows furrow when she sees you, lines wrinkling on her forehead, and she quickly walks over to the couch. 

Agatha stoops down and brushes a lock of your hair off your moist forehead. “You okay, honey?” 

“Cramps,” you mutter and another roll of nausea washes over you. You shudder and can’t decide if you need to strip all your clothes off or lay wrapped in a cocoon of blankets. 

“You know what they say helps with cramps,” she says, a suggestive lilt in her voice and you breathe out a laugh. 

But she ghosts her fingers over your cheeks and then over your lips and the familiar spark of heat ignites in your stomach. 

“It’ll be such a mess,” you say, halfheartedly protesting even though it feels like someone is twisting a rusty knife into your stomach. Agatha watches in concern as you groan in pain. 

She tilts your chin up so you’re making eye contact. “Good. Let’s make a mess then.” 

Your skin burns in a different way as Agatha snaps her fingers. There’s a flash of purple and you’re both transported to the bed and only your clothes have disappeared. Another flick of her wrist and there’s a white sheet on the bed, feeling soft and silky, but you can tell it’s a protective barrier for your blood. 

Agatha gently pushes you onto your back and climbs over you, leaning down to kiss you gingerly, one hand coming up to palm your tender breast and roll your nipple with her thumb. You moan into her mouth. 

She shifts and there’s another puff of purple and when you open your eyes, you take in her naked body. You feel a rush of arousal to your cunt at her collarbones, her breasts, her rosy nipples, her lean stomach—the way her biceps flex when she moves and your clit aches. Agatha sees your eyes wandering all over her and she breathlessly chuckles before pressing a thigh between your legs. 

A gasp rips itself out of your mouth and you can’t help but buck your hips up against her as she starts to pepper kisses on your neck. The pain from the cramps is lessening, or maybe you’re just distracted by her tongue flicking against your pulse point. 

There’s a sloshing sound from your now-frantic grinding against her thigh and she pulls back, making you groan at the loss of stimulation. She glances down at her leg, now stained with your blood. When she looks back at you, you feel more liquid seep out from your cunt at the heat in her eyes. 

Agatha likes this. 

She snaps her fingers and two tendrils of purple wisp appear and float toward you. With bated breath, you watch as they get closer and closer—until one latches onto each of your nipples and your head falls back. 

“Fuck,” you say sharply. It feels like Agatha is sucking on your nipples. Heat travels from your boobs right down to your cunt and your clit is pulsing. 

With a wicked grin, Agatha flicks her left wrist and the tendrils begin to vibrate. You moan pornogrpahically and there’s a gush of your blood and your desire mixed together pouring out onto the bed below. You feel it trickling and you shiver at the sensation. 

You think you could come from this alone but your pussy feels so empty. “Please, Agatha, need you to fuck me,” you babble and she leans down to suck a kiss into your stomach before positioning herself over you again and sliding two fingers into your wet and waiting cunt. 

The stretch does wonders for your cramps, the pressure on your uterus lifting immensely, and you breathe a sigh of relief. 

She draws her fingers out and spreads your wetness all over your folds and then rubs at your clit. It sends intensified tingles up your spine and your core burns. 

Her fingers slip back into you and she scissors them before curling them up to press against your spongy spot. She rubs and you keen, your back arching off the bed while she smirks above you. 

Agatha blows a kiss at you, and with it comes a burst of purple smoke that swirls around until it winnows down to a tendril, much like the ones sucking at your nipples. You watch it begin vibrating in the air in front of you and then it floats down your neck, tickling you, before making its way slowly down your body. 

It traces over your sternum and then over your stomach and down further while you squirm under the light vibrations. Agatha pauses her fingers inside you while her magic teases her boobs still and you feel another clump of blood squeeze its way out of you. The relief is almost as great as the pleasure. 

The purple slithers between your legs and then the vibrations are on your clit and you clench furiously around her fingers. 

“Oh my god,” you groan. Agatha chuckles and the vibrations increase and you roll your hips up to get her fingers deeper inside you. Your period pain is almost nonexistent with all the stimulation your body is getting and then she starts moving her fingers inside you. 

Her rough thrusts hit your g-spot every time and sounds fall from your mouth while Agatha expertly moves inside you. Her magic buzzing against your skin has your heart racing and your orgasm growing steadily nearer 

“There you go, honey,” she coaxes encouragingly. You can see the flush in her cheeks from the exertion and the wild, hot look in her eyes. Her hair being mussed up and frizzy and hanging over her shoulders is driving you crazy so you pull on her tresses and her rhythm falters for a second. 

She bends over and clashes her mouth onto yours, teeth and tongues meeting while she moans lowly. 

Squelching sounds from your cunt and breathy gasps from both of you fill the air and you can feel the mess slipping from your pussy but it only makes your walls clench more. 

“Agatha, I’m gonna come—” you gasp against her mouth and she tugs on your bottom lip with her teeth and her eyes flash. 

The vibrations against your clit and nipples increase and the wisps at your boobs suck even harder. Her thrusts into you intensify and your orgasm tears through you and lights your nerves ablaze. Your stomach muscles contract and as she drags her fingers in and out of you slowly to bring you down, you feel liquid being pushed out of your cunt. 

When she finally pulls out of you for good, you lay still while more blood trickles from your cunt. Agatha sits back on her heels and with a wave of her hand, her magic is gone although if you really concentrate, you can still feel phantoms in their place. 

“Feeling better now?” she asks cockily. She holds up her fingers for you to see them and they are drenched in light blood, tinted with your arousal. 

Your walls are still convulsing and although your cunt is sore now, it still aches. Cramps are beginning to grip your insides again, although significantly weaker than before. 

“Almost,” you tell her, sitting up and surveying the mess below. It’s a good thing she put the sheet down because you are lying in a puddle of fluid. 

Agatha purses her lips and studies you. “I think I know what you need.” 

She snaps her fingers and you’re expecting more vibrations, but when the purple smoke clears, a strap-on is attached to her hips, a grape color and big, and Agatha strokes her bloody hand over it. She moans and you know it’s enchanted. 

The air in your lungs is kicked out and you instinctively widen your legs while she gets herself ready, the dollop of her saliva that she spits out onto her length now mixing with your wetness. 

“Please,” you whisper throatily. 

Agatha nods, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, as she moves between your legs. “I know, honey.” 

The tip is positioned right at your opening and she drags it up through your folds to rub at your clit. The pressure from the hardness is delicious and you arch your back up to get more. She lets you grind softly against her tip for a moment as sparks fly in your cunt before she slides her length back down. 

When she begins to press into your pussy, only just an inch, your mouth drops open. The stretch is a welcome burn and as your walls adjust to take her in, you feel your cramps ebb. 

Agatha rubs at your clit to relax you and she keeps pushing in until she’s completely bottomed out. She freezes when you clench around her tightly and you’re reminded that she can feel everything too. 

You rock your hips up so she can slide in just a little deeper and a low groan escapes her. 

“Fuck, you feel so hot,” she says, voice thick with desire, and it sends a shudder through you. You reach up to move a lock of her hair out of her face and she nods silently before dragging her strap out of you and pushing back in. 

There’s a different pressure that you feel now, against what feels like your cervix, every time she thrusts back into you. She moves slowly, filling you an inch at a time, both of your faces contorted in pleasure. 

When she pulls all the way out, tip against your entrance, she looks down at the toy and you crane your neck to see what she’s seeing. 

There’s a thin layer of red coating the purple length and your clit throbs. Agatha looks like she’s in a trance, eyes wide, chest heaving, fingers trembling against the sides of rib cage. 

“Agatha,” you say, mostly to jolt her back to the present. She’s never been like this before and it sends a heat unlike anything you’ve ever known flooding through your body. 

How have you never had sex on your period before? Agatha clearly is into it, and because of that, so are you.

Her eyes flicker up to yours. “Sorry, you’re just so fucking good,” she groans and her hands slide down to grip your hips and angle them up so she can sheath herself inside you in one motion. 

The sudden fullness has you gasping and your fingers scramble to hold onto her shoulders when she begins fucking you roughly. Her eyes close in pleasure at your warm, wet walls wrapped around her and clenching to draw her even further in. She’s so deep inside you that you can see her bulge in your stomach and it only spurs her on. 

“Fuck, please,” you choke out, head spinning, Agatha completely overwhelming your senses. Maybe it’s because you’re on your period, but your cunt aches for even more, still unsatiated and gripping her tightly, but she feels so fucking good you almost can’t stand it. 

Tears prick your eyes and your hips rut up as her thrusts become shorter and shallower like she doesn’t want to be outside of you for too long. 

Your fingers scratch at her shoulders and her back and then restlessly move to palm at her boobs and she grabs your wrists and pins them over your head on the bed with a growl. Your clit throbs as she now has more leverage to pound into you and her face is right above yours. 

Her hair frames her face, creating a curtain around the two of you, the vein in her forehead throbbing noticeably, and her lips are curled into a frenzied smile. Both of you moan into each other’s open mouths and one of her hands loosens around your wrist for just a second. You hear a snap and then there’s vibrations against your clit and your hips jerk up uncontrollably, making her tense. 

“Oh my god—fuck,” you gasp, and she laughs triumphantly at you writhing beneath her, but with each stroke of the toy into you, she can feel her magic on the base of the strap. 

She tosses her hair over her shoulder and then drops her head into the crook of your neck to pant against your skin because of how good it feels. Her thrusts become sporadic and you can feel vibrations inside of you now from the toy. 

Blood and arousal leak out of you and if you really try hard to look down, you can see crimson on Agatha’s lower stomach and pubic area and your walls clench violently. 

“You feel so good, baby,” Agatha whimpers and you nod furiously in agreement, because she’s filling you up perfectly, the slight ache in your cunt from before now replaced by only waves of pleasure. 

“Agatha, I need—” Except you don’t know what you need, except for her to keep doing exactly what she’s doing. 

Her teeth are bared against your neck and she nips at the sensitive skin. Her nipples move sensually against yours with each of her thrusts, making you whine with how sensitive yours are. The vibrations turn up, both on your clit and as a result, inside you from the toy, and Agatha moans as well. There’s a hot, intense pressure building inside you. It’s dizzying and it feels like you’re almost floating above your body but then Agatha bites your shoulder roughly and thrusts into you hard one last time. 

Your orgasm crashes into you and you explode, a gush of wetness squirting from your body and covering Agatha’s lower body with blood and wetness. She gasps and follows suit as you grind onto her and clench around the toy and she scrapes her teeth against your skin to control her sound. 

She continues to piston the strap in and out of you slowly, once again bringing you down gently from your high, only this time, there are no remnants of cramps left. 

Agatha pulls out of you when you finally relax around her and you wince at the emptiness and the amount of fluid that rushes out of your body. You lie there for a minute while your girlfriend waves her hand and the toy and the vibrations disappear. 

“Now do you feel better?” she asks mischievously. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say she was setting you up for another round. Your cunt is still pulsing around nothing. 

You grimace and sit up, feeling the soreness from your period and the tougher sex settling in. The puddle of blood underneath you has almost doubled and you wonder how you could possibly lose so much and still be okay. Is the wooziness in your head from that or from Agatha fucking you? 

Maybe a bit of both. 

“I do, thank you,” you say and lean over to kiss her on the cheek. “Although, I think I finally found a better solution than ibuprofen to get rid of cramps.” 

She smirks and winks. “Happy to help anytime, honey. Now, to clean up.” 

With a twirl of her fingers, both of you are encased in purple smoke that swirls around you until you’re suddenly dropped into water. 

When her magic clears, you’re both in the standalone bathtub, you lying between her legs, back against her front. The water is hot and just as comforting as her arms snaking around you. 

Her fingers dip down to play with your swollen cunt lips and when you clench around nothing, blood floats out and dissolves in the water. 

“Agatha,” you sigh when she rubs at your clit gently. You’re now sensitive for a whole different reason but you still moan at her touch. 

She shushes you and presses a kiss to the side of her head. “You’re okay, honey. Let me take care of you.” 

So you do.