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Agatha felt the cool wind in her hair, a gentle breeze dancing around her as the broom cut through the air. It had been so long since she had flown. It felt like another life, as if the previous days had merely been shadows of a reality she no longer belonged to, a reality in which she had been happy.
She couldn’t help but feel the urge to look at Rio; looking at her was more familiar than breathing, a stunning sight against the vast sky. Rio's beauty always left her dizzy, as if nature itself had carefully chosen every feature, every curve.
Rio tilted her head back just as she used to, letting the wind caress her face, and Agatha felt warmth rising to her cheeks. There was an unsettling resemblance between that moment and the memories she kept from years ago, when they had discovered each other, the magic of the unknown pulsing between them.
Flashback
Agatha eagerly awaited the twilight every day with an excitement she could barely control. It was the time she knew Rio would come to her. No matter what was happening in the world or in her daily affairs, Rio always found her as soon as the sun began to set on the horizon.
It was a routine Agatha cherished more than anything else, and, without exception, Rio brushed everyone else aside. There was no task that couldn’t wait. At the time reserved for Agatha, the world simply paused.
Sometimes, Rio would spend the entire night with her, filling spaces she had never noticed were empty. But there were moments when duties called Rio before the moon reached the sky, and in those moments, though reluctant, Agatha let her go, even if each farewell was a blow she wouldn’t admit aloud.
Agatha loved Rio's presence in a way she could never fully express in words. The happiest days of Agatha's life were those when the green witch was nearby. The scent of flowers that Rio carried with her filled the air, and Agatha lost herself in it, feeling as though she were wrapped in a fresh spring breeze, even on the darkest days.
She adored Rio's delicate touch, the softness of her fingers, the warmth of her skin. There was something magical about the moments when their hands met, as if the very universe vibrated with the connection between them.
But what Agatha loved even more was the contrast between Rio's immense power and her sweetness. She was Death personified, a force that collected lives, something as powerful as the universe, yet at the same time, there was a lightness and complete surrender when she was with Agatha. Agatha loved the fact that Rio, with her deep black eyes, trusted her completely, as if their souls had recognized each other since the dawn of time.
It was a funny thing, Agatha thought sometimes. The only person capable of loving Agatha Harkness was Death itself. Her mother would probably laugh at that. But there was a cruel and delicious poetry in that fact that Agatha adored. She loved the power Rio possessed, but even more, she loved the way she surrendered completely, without reservations. The touch of Rio's hands, the texture of her skin, the way their bodies molded to each other.
It was inevitable that they would fall in love. They gravitated toward each other like forces of nature, soulmates, predestined. When they were together, the air around them seemed to vibrate, nature itself appeared to breathe a sigh of relief, as if the entire universe were grateful for that meeting. When Rio was by her side, Agatha felt a peace she had never experienced before.
In her youth, Agatha never understood why people sought love. The idea of depending on someone, of being vulnerable, was terrifying. Her mother always claimed that no man would ever love Agatha; she was despicable, destined to be alone. And honestly, Agatha didn't care. She never liked men; their mere presence annoyed her.
But then, there was Rio. Rio's presence challenged all her certainties. There was no fear in her eyes, no hesitation, even with all the deaths caused by Agatha. Rio brought her flowers, said things that made Agatha blush, like when she said that Agatha's eyes were more beautiful than all the skies she had ever seen. Agatha waited for Rio to leave, to disappear, as her mother had predicted so many times, but breaking all expectations, Rio stayed.
The people in her coven used to say that the world was made to be lived in pairs, something Agatha had never believed. She had always thought she didn't need anyone. But now, everything made sense. Now she understood why people fell in love. Now she knew why life needed to be lived. Because when you are loved, life is finally worth it.Agatha had always considered her power a curse.
A power that drained, always destroyed. For years, she believed her mother’s words, who told her that her gift was an aberration, something that set her apart from the rest of the world. But every time she looked at Rio, that belief dissipated; Rio loved her even with this power.
It was spring, and nature was flourishing with a vibrancy that Agatha had not noticed before. The forest around her was alive with colors—shades of pink, yellow, orange, green, and violet. Agatha was sitting on a fallen log at the edge of a clearing, surrounded by all these colors. The birds sang softly, and butterflies floated through the air like little sparks of light. She smiled to herself, finding it ironic that Death herself had brought color and life to her world.
Agatha closed her eyes, tilting her head back and letting the wind play with her unruly hair, which danced in spirals around her. The fresh scent of flowers filled the air, but it didn't take long for a more familiar and comforting aroma to reach her: the smell of Rio. It was an earthy, sweet fragrance, like freshly fallen leaves in autumn mixed with the freshness of rain.
Without opening her eyes, Agatha felt Rio's presence beside her. She always knew when Rio was near, as if a part of her could recognize that energy. Then she felt a hand gently caress her face. The touch was tender, almost reverent, as if Rio feared to hurt something precious.
Tilting her head toward Rio's hand, Agatha slowly opened her eyes. When her gaze met Rio's, she had the impression that her heart stopped beating for a moment. The beauty of Rio always left her speechless, but in that moment, under the golden light of the afternoon, she seemed even more divine. Her black eyes shone, filled with love and devotion, reflecting a feeling that belonged solely to Agatha. They had seen each other that morning, but to Agatha, it felt like an eternity since they had been together.
"Hello, my lady," Rio said, her voice a soft whisper that caressed Agatha's ears like a warm breeze. Without thinking, she placed her hand over Rio's, on her face, while with the other, she gently tucked a strand of Rio's brown hair behind her ear.
"Hello, dear," Agatha replied, her voice equally soft with the affection she felt. She would never tire of this, of the peace that Rio brought her.
With a slow and careful movement, Agatha leaned closer. Her fingers sank into Rio's soft hair, gliding through it like silk. Each touch seemed to carry its own meaning.
Agatha tilted her face, rubbing her nose gently against Rio's cheek. She inhaled deeply, savoring the unmistakable scent of Rio's skin, her nose delicately exploring her face.
In response, Rio tilted her head back, offering more of her neck, which Agatha accepted gladly. Agatha's nose trailed down Rio's exposed neck, and she could swear that the witch's scent was still lingering there. It was a fragrance that blended with the spring around them, with the life blooming in the forest. Agatha wrapped her arms around Rio's waist, pulling her closer, wanting to feel the warmth of her body against hers.
Agatha purred contentedly, a soft sound that escaped her lips as she planted a gentle kiss on the pulsing vein of Rio's neck.
"Tell me you're going to stay all night again?" Agatha whispered, her eyes still lost in Rio's intoxicating scent, now so close, wrapped in her arms.
"Yes, no work for tonight," Rio replied, her voice a teasing whisper that made Agatha's heart race. She loved being held close; Agatha's warmth was a shelter, a refuge.
"Hmm, good," Agatha murmured, looking into Rio's eyes, those eyes that sparkled with a devotion she would never get used to receiving.
Finally, Agatha leaned forward, their lips meeting, her heart dancing in her chest. She couldn't help but moan as the witch's taste enveloped her.
Throughout her life, people had always expected something from her, seeking favors or something in return. But Rio was never like that; all she expected from Agatha was a sweet nothing, and Agatha loved her even more for it.
Agatha's tongue sought entry, and Rio eagerly granted it, a dance they had rehearsed countless times. Agatha slid her hands down Rio's waist, pulling her onto her lap. The witch's dress rode up slightly, exposing soft thighs, and Agatha couldn't resist the urge to explore them with her hands.
Agatha ravaged Rio's mouth like a thirsty man, always wanting more. She wanted everything from Rio, every piece of her, every sigh, every heartbeat. The connection between them was palpable, an electric current that pulsed, binding them inextricably.
"Agatha," Rio whispered between kisses, her voice thick with desire.
"Humm?" Agatha replied, her eyes never leaving Rio's lips, her mind overwhelmed by the presence of the woman in her lap. The need to kiss her forever dominated all her thoughts, and the idea of separating seemed unbearable.
"If you keep kissing me like this, we won't do what we agreed on yesterday," Rio murmured against Agatha's lips, her voice soft and slightly playful. She noticed the thread of saliva connecting their mouths, and the sight made her heart race. Agatha's lips were red and irresistible, and Rio had to restrain herself from licking them. But the promise of sunset in the sky called to her, and she knew it had to be now.
Agatha blinked a few times, trying to get her brain to function again, still intoxicated by Rio's touch. The feeling of the witch's warmth in her lap was intoxicating, and the thought of moving away from her seemed almost painful.
Right, they had agreed to fly that night.
"Okay," Agatha replied, her tone affectionate. She leaned her forehead against Rio's, rubbing it gently as a gesture of affection, like a cat asking for petting, her hair falling forward and almost forming a curtain around the witch in her lap.
"You know, sometimes you look like a cat when you rub your head like that," Rio said, a playful smile dancing on her lips.
"But you like it... when I rub, when I lick," Agatha teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes. The blush spread across Rio's face. God, Agatha loved her so much.
"I do," Rio confirmed as she lifted herself off Agatha's lap, still smiling.
Agatha watched Rio lean down to pick a small flower from the ground. Rio held up the flower, her smile loving and tender, and Agatha felt her heart melt.
“Pretty," Rio said, gently placing the flower in Agatha's hair.
Agatha swore she could die from the softness of that moment; she knew that gesture meant more than words could express.
Many times, Rio collected little gifts for Agatha, flowers of all kinds, beautiful feathers she found in the forest. Agatha treasured each one in a box, a treasure worth more than any money in the world.
Rio remembered the first time she spotted Agatha among the bodies of her clan. She looked so young, but there was a powerful strength emanating from her that left Rio fascinated. Never before had Rio seen a soul so beautiful, so intense. In that moment, something within her changed, and she could swear she fell in love immediately.
Rio reached out her hand to Agatha, their fingers intertwined as if they were made for each other. “We need to get some brooms if we want to fly,” she said, her voice soft.
“Let’s make the most beautiful broom that ever existed,” Agatha replied, pulling Rio closer, their legs practically glued together as they walked side by side. The warmth of their bodies and the closeness felt like a spell that kept them bound together.
Rio offered a smile in return, her mind already starting to envision the perfect broom. She looked around, searching for a strong and wide enough piece of wood to support the weight of two people. After a moment, she spotted a slightly inclined branch that seemed perfect, comfortable and stable.
As she bent down to pick flowers and green plants to decorate the broom, Agatha caught Rio’s attention. The concentrated expression on her face , with an adorable pout, made the scene even more captivating. Rio couldn’t help but smile as love overflowed in her heart while watching Agatha work with such care.
“I think it’s ready,” Agatha said, spinning the broom back and forth, a satisfied smile lighting up her face. “What do you think?” she asked, handing the broom to Rio with an eager look.
“It’s perfect; we just need another branch to perform the spell.”
“Alright,” Agatha replied, turning to the nearby tree and swiftly pulling off another branch.
The two began to chant the spell, spinning around each other. The magic of flying was one of the first things learned in the coven, a bond symbolizing the union and complicity between the witches.
Agatha had never taken those words so seriously before, but now everything felt different. As she watched Rio spin, arms wide open, her dress brushing against the flowers in the background, Agatha was overwhelmed by a powerful feeling.
She saw the glow of Rio’s skin as the sun touched her, the gentle movement of her hair, and the radiant smile on her red lips. Love overflowed from Rio’s eyes. Agatha twirled around Rio, completely enchanted by the beauty of the woman before her.
Then, she said each word of the spell with confidence, her voice echoing in the air like a declaration of love. Agatha wished she could stop time, etch that moment into eternity. She wanted to live forever with the image of Rio happy, surrounded by flowers, her eyes shining with the pure love that only Agatha was worthy of seeing.
When the spell was complete, Agatha felt the magic flowing between them, almost tangible.
Rio smiled shyly as she handed the broom back to Agatha. Agatha felt a little bad for returning just a branch, but the expression on Rio’s face made everything more beautiful, as if that simple gesture was the most precious gift in the world.
Rio looked for a comfortable place to set down her broom, even knowing she wouldn’t use it yet. Even if it was just a branch, if it was from Agatha, she would treasure it.
“Shall we?” Rio asked, reaching out her hand again. Agatha couldn’t resist and pulled the witch into her arms, burying her nose behind Rio’s ear. God, she loved the smell of Rio so much.
Agatha carefully positioned Rio in front of her, both mounted on the broom. Her hands slid around Rio’s waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together so tightly that, from a distance, one might think they were just one person.
Rio’s green dress rose slightly, revealing the soft skin of her thighs as she settled more comfortably on the broom, her back firmly pressed against Agatha. The warmth of their bodies radiated a silent comfort, as if the universe had aligned at that moment.
“Let’s go,” Agatha murmured in Rio’s ear, her low, husky voice sending vibrations echoing through the green witch’s body. The whispered words seemed to carry a magic of their own.
In a fluid motion, Agatha wrapped her arms around Rio’s waist, drawing her even closer. Her head rested in the perfect curve of Rio’s neck.
The broom began to float slowly over the flower clearing, rising gently and gracefully. The sky above them was painted in warm shades of orange and pink as the sun began its descent on the horizon. The orange lights spread across the sky like strokes of fire, bathing the forest below in a golden glow. The flowers in the clearing, with their vibrant colors, seemed to dance under the soft light, and the cool evening breeze whipped through their hair, spreading it around them like threads of silk.
The trees in the surrounding forest swayed lightly, their branches casting long shadows that seemed to whisper ancient secrets. Down below, the green pastures undulated like a tranquil sea, reflecting the golden light of the sunset. The air was cool yet pleasant, and every breath of wind seemed to carry the magic of the moment.
They flew aimlessly, simply enjoying the beauty of the sky.
Agatha doubted she could ever feel as happy as she did in that moment. The lightness of flight, the beauty of the scenery, and above all, the fact that she had Rio in her arms made everything perfect. She looked at the woman before her, feeling her heart tighten with so much love. Rio tilted her head back, lying completely against Agatha’s shoulders, her eyes closed in delight. She seemed to surrender to the wind that caressed her face.
Agatha gazed at her, Rio’s profile illuminated by the last lights of the day, and her heart skipped a beat. The beauty of the woman in her arms seemed sublime, immaculate.
Rio was a breathtaking sight, the personification of beauty, the kind that would make men wage battles just for a chance to hold her hand. But Agatha knew they would never have that opportunity. Rio belonged only to her, her Rio.
The moon shone in the night sky, its silver light reflecting off the distant waters and the green leaves of the forest below. And Agatha was sure that Rio had never looked as beautiful as she did under the glow of that moonlight.
Agatha couldn’t contain the need to touch her. Her hands possessively tightened around Rio’s waist as her lips began to place soft, wet kisses along the witch’s exposed neck. The scent of Rio enveloped her completely, sweet and seductive, and Agatha could feel Rio’s body melting under her touch, yielding to each caress.
Rio let out a soft moan, tilting her head to the side, offering her sensitive neck to the older witch. She knew exactly what Agatha wanted and loved every second of it. She loved feeling Agatha’s teeth grazing her skin, loved the marks she left behind.
Each bite and each kiss was a silent promise of belonging, something Rio had never experienced before Agatha. She had never had a family, never knew what it was like to belong to someone or to a place. But with Agatha, that changed. She now belonged completely to that woman and could not be more satisfied.
Agatha continued kissing Rio’s neck, her kisses becoming bolder and more insistent as her hands slid beneath Rio’s dress. Her fingers traced the soft thighs of Rio, squeezing gently, feeling the smoothness of her skin beneath her touch. Rio’s body reacted immediately to each stimulus, her soft moans filling the night air, mixing with the wind that blew around them.
“Agatha… if you keep distracting me like this, we’re going to fall,” Rio murmured between moans, her voice sweet and sultry as she tightened Agatha’s hands that still glided over her thighs. Agatha chuckled softly against Rio’s neck, the gentle vibration of her laughter sending shivers across every inch of the green witch’s skin.
“I would never let you fall, Love” Agatha replied in a low, husky voice, pulling her tighter against her, reaffirming her promise.
The wind continued to play with their hair, and the moon seemed only to intensify the glow of satisfaction in Agatha’s eyes.
Agatha then released Rio’s thighs, allowing her hands to glide over other parts of the woman in her arms. One of her hands remained firmly anchored at Rio’s waist while the other slowly pulled down the strap of Rio’s dress, revealing more of the skin that Agatha adored. Wet kisses followed the trail of exposed skin on Rio’s shoulders, each touch of Agatha’s lips sending shivers down the witch’s body.
Rio let out a soft moan, her body arching back, fully offering herself to Agatha. Her eyes were closed, breathing heavy, and her willingness was clear, her body responding to each touch as if it were on the brink of exploding.
Agatha had barely begun to touch her, and she could already feel the heat pulsing through Rio.
With a delicate gesture, Agatha pulled down the last strap of Rio’s dress, which was now bunched at the witch’s waist, exposing her breasts to the cold night air. The chilly breeze instantly made Rio’s skin tingle, but Agatha wasted no time; her hands soon found the exposed breasts. Agatha’s fingers squeezed gently, grazing the hardened nipples, brushing lightly between her fingers before pinching them in the exact way she knew Rio liked.
Agatha inwardly lamented that she couldn’t taste the skin of Rio at that moment, that she couldn’t suck and savor her breasts as she longed to. She adored the flavor of Rio, the way the woman’s body responded to every kiss, every touch.
Rio moaned again, her hands rising to Agatha’s hair, her fingers tangling in the soft strands. Her mouth was open, breathless, pulling Agatha closer, wanting more, yearning to feel everything the witch had to offer.
“More, please, darling…” Rio whispered, her voice hoarse and pleading, almost dissolving in desire. She knew the power her words had over Agatha, who had always been unable to deny any of her requests. And this time would be no different.
Rio felt her body tremble, her skin warm and damp from Agatha’s touch. The desire trickling between her legs was uncontrollable, soaking not only her skin but the very broom beneath them.
The night breeze brushed against their bodies, but the heat between them was far greater than any cold wind. Rio even imagined that soon Agatha’s clothes would be stained by the moisture flowing from her, but she could barely think clearly. Her mind was shrouded in a fog of pleasure and anticipation.
It was then that Agatha firmly gripped her waist, pulling her even closer, their bodies molding completely together. The other hand firmly grasped Rio’s hair, tilting her head back sharply so their lips could meet with urgency, as if she needed that kiss to survive. Agatha moaned against her mouth, her tongue invading Rio’s with sweet desperation, a hungry, wild kiss that consumed everything Rio had to offer.
The kiss was hot and wet, their tongues intertwining in a frenzied rhythm, creating obscene sounds that echoed in the air. Rio’s moans were muffled by Agatha’s mouth as her mind spiraled into that whirlwind of sensations.
When Agatha finally pulled her lips away, an obscene sound echoed in the space between them, as if their mouths still refused to part.
Agatha's hands glided down Rio’s body, lifting the green dress even higher, exposing her legs completely. The cold wind brushed against Rio’s skin, but the heat between them remained unbearable.
Rio didn’t know when she lost control of her magic; Agatha had completely taken over, being the only one responsible for keeping them flying.
Agatha was releasing power. The magical energy around them glowed in a deep shade of purple, illuminating their silhouettes as they floated above the forest. The tips of Agatha’s fingers began to darken, a clear sign that she was using more magic to maintain control of the broom and still take care of Rio.
Rio felt her eyes roll back in pure ecstasy as Agatha’s black-stained fingers caressed her thighs. The color contrast was stark. Rio had never imagined she could feel such a deep level of arousal. The glow of the magic around them seemed to intensify every touch, every caress, every moan that escaped her lips.
“Good girl…” Agatha murmured in a rough, desire-laden voice, her lips close to Rio’s ear. “You’re going to come so beautifully for me, aren’t you? On my fingers…” Rio could only nod frantically, her breath hitching, unable to form any coherent words.
She was completely surrendered, leaning against Agatha, her body arching in response to every word, every touch.
And then, finally, Agatha touched her exactly where she needed it most. Rio felt her body ignite. The sensation was intense, almost overwhelming, and she clung to Agatha as if her life depended on it. Agatha’s touch was skilled, precise, gliding her fingers from underneath to above, capturing all the moisture between Rio’s legs, the pleasure pulsating with every movement.
“So wet…” Agatha whispered, her voice low and heavy with desire. Her fingers caressed Rio’s intimacy with calculated precision, as if she were sketching each reaction on the green witch's body.
Agatha then brought her fingers to her mouth, licking them slowly, one by one, savoring the taste of Rio as if it were the most delicious feast she had ever experienced.
Rio watched, her eyes wide as Agatha licked her black-stained fingers , the dark tips gently entering her mouth, the pink, swollen lips still lingering from their kiss moments before. “Hmmm, so sweet… so mine,” Agatha moaned softly, as if speaking more to herself, her voice a possessive whisper. The smile on her lips was pure satisfaction, as if the taste of Rio was enough to sustain her for all eternity.
Agatha’s power vibrated in the air, and the wind continued to play with their hair. The stars in the sky seemed to shine more brightly with each moan, each sigh from Rio, as if the universe were responding to the desire between them.
“Agatha, please… please,” Rio begged, her voice breaking from the desire that felt like it was burning her from within. She couldn’t form a complete sentence, lost in the need that pulsed inside her, so intense it hurt.
And then, finally, Agatha answered her plea. Her fingers slid easily into Rio’s intimacy, warm and wet. Rio welcomed her beautifully, as if her body had been created solely for Agatha, for that moment. And perhaps it had been. Perhaps Rio was born to belong to that powerful woman, to be completely dominated by her.
Agatha’s movements were precise, even with the limited position on the broom. Her fingers moved inside Rio with a skill that made Rio roll her eyes, while her body rubbed against Agatha’s, breathless and desperate. Each touch, each thrust made Rio’s sweet moans escape her lips, filling the night air with the sound of her pleasure.
The magic around them gravitated strongly, like a storm of purple energy glowing around their intertwined bodies.
Agatha’s power illuminated the surroundings, the air dense with raw, powerful energy of possessiveness. Agatha panted in Rio’s ear, their bodies as close as possible.
Rio was on the brink, so close to coming that she could hardly think. Pleasure dominated all her senses, each thrust of Agatha’s fingers pushing her deeper into that spiral of ecstasy. She gripped Agatha’s hand, holding on to it as if it were her anchor. Agatha knew her body better than anyone, knew exactly where to touch, where to squeeze to drive her mad.
“It’s okay, dear… come for me,” Agatha whispered against her ear, her voice husky. She pulled Rio’s face towards her, trapping her in a hungry kiss as she increased the speed and intensity of her thrusts. The kiss was raw, devouring, and Agatha ravaged Rio’s mouth with an insatiable hunger, their tongues dancing together in a frantic rhythm.
And then, Rio exploded. Her body trembled violently, every muscle quaking with the force of her orgasm. Agatha held her firmly in place, keeping her safe as Rio’s body crumbled in her arms. Rio’s moans were swallowed by Agatha’s mouth, who continued to kiss her fiercely, as if wanting to capture every sound of pleasure.
The full moon shone above them, a silent witness to that moment. The cold night wind was no match for the heat burning between them, and the stars seemed to twinkle even more brightly. The shadows of the trees swayed gently in the distance as the broom floated above the forest, moving slightly with the rhythm of their breathless gasps.
End of the flashback
The memory was brutally interrupted when Agatha felt a sudden tremor, a vibration that reverberated through the broom and brought her back to the present; the path was pulling them down.