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"Agatha...that boy isn't yours." The words left Rio’s mouth like blades. They cut deep, and not just into Agatha. It hurt Rio to say it, deep down she wished it were true, she wished more than anything that he was alive, but he wasn’t.
Agatha looked at her with wounded eyes, but Rio couldn’t bear to give her hope. She couldn’t bear to watch Agatha go through another loss, no matter how much she wanted to feel Agatha’s lips on hers. Rio loved her too much for that.
The green witch could feel the distance between them growing, like a widening chasm impossible to cross. With each inch that Agatha moved away, Rio’s heart seemed to shrink, her chest tightening. She wanted to run to Agatha, to hold her hand, to beg her to stop pulling away. But she knew she couldn’t. So, she just watched as Agatha put her mask back on, a false smile.
Rio felt her heart clench as she watched Agatha withdraw from her. She had expected this reaction, but it hurt all the same. It hurt to say " your son ." But after what she had done, she had no right to call him hers.
‘ A mother wouldn’t do that. ’ Agatha’s words from long ago echoed in Rio’s head, like a distant bell, painfully clear. She could almost feel bile rising in her throat, the urge to vomit, because deep down, she knew Agatha was right. She no longer had the right to call herself a mother—a mother wouldn’t have collected her own son’s soul.
She remembers when it was just them, in a cabin. Sometimes, when Rio closed her eyes, she could swear she was still there. She was happy, life was complete. Rio feels like no time has passed since then. Things have changed, the world has changed, people have been born, people have died, and she continued doing her job. But she feels exactly as she did in the place where Agatha left her. She waited all this time; Agatha left her no choice but to wait.
Sometimes, Rio could still feel the warmth of the fireplace, the smell of burning wood, as if that cabin were a time capsule still holding her captive. Her heart never left that cabin.
She remembers life before the cursed book. Before everything was destroyed.
Flashback
She could still remember the smell of the forest that surrounded them—a rich, earthy blend of green leaves and the sweetness of wildflowers, as if all of nature was in harmony with the love that radiated from the small cabin. The fresh, vibrant air seemed to dance around them, the grass looked greener, and the birds sang a symphony of happiness. It was magnificent. It was as if the universe itself was celebrating the beauty of what they had created together.
After so many adventures and years side by side, they had finally found a home, a refuge where the magic of their love manifested in its purest form. And from that love, Nicholas was born. He was undeniably their son, a perfect combination of their best qualities: clever, beautiful, with the same bright eyes as Rio, silky hair like Agatha’s, and a free spirit that reflected his mother’s essence. But his smile—oh, that smile was all Agatha’s, and it made Rio’s heart race with a love so deep it felt like it was burning her from the inside.
It was summer, and the sun was setting on the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, casting a warm glow that lit up the landscape around them. The leaves and plants seemed to shimmer, as if absorbing the light of the love that filled their small, cozy cabin. Every corner was infused with them—it was a safe place, a sanctuary of laughter and affection. It was perfect.
There were flowers everywhere, ones that Rio picked for Agatha every day—a tradition that had become a symbol of the love that blossomed between them.
Nicholas was nearly a year old, babbling unintelligible words, but to Rio, they were the deepest conversations she had ever had. She held him close, talking to him as if he understood every word, as if that moment would last forever. She loved seeing him happy, every laugh, every clumsy movement, every smile that lit up his little face.
"Yes, yes, I understand. I miss your mommy too, she’s been busy all day, it’s almost like she forgot about us," Rio said, her voice deliberately loud, knowing Agatha would hear from the other room. The baby in her arms seemed to catch the tone of her voice, babbling louder and waving his little arms as if he were outraged.
The door slowly creaked open, and Agatha appeared, head tilted, a smile on her face, lighting up the room with her presence. "What’s going on here?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with love. Nicholas smiled when he saw his mother approaching, his eyes twinkling like stars.
"Yes, my baby, mommy could at least put that book down for a bit and give us some attention," Rio continued with a mock pout, her heart melting as Agatha drew closer.
"I’ve only been reading for an hour," Agatha laughed, her voice as light as a soft breeze, as she leaned down to pick up the baby. "Hello, my love." She whispered, holding Nicholas close, her lips gently pressing against his cheek, inhaling his scent—a smell that mixed the freshness of the forest on a rainy day, a scent that made her feel at home, much like Rio’s. "I missed you."
"And you didn’t miss me?" Rio teased, pouting.
"I don’t know, maybe," Agatha said with feigned indifference, though the laughter in her eyes left no room for doubt. Rio’s pout deepened, and Agatha couldn’t hold back a genuine smile.
"Don’t be silly, there isn’t a second you’re not near that I don’t long for your company," Agatha replied, sitting beside Rio, giving her a soft kiss on the lips.
"How was the reading?" Rio asked, snuggling against Agatha, her fingers intertwining with hers, while her other hand gently stroked Nicholas’s hair.
"It was good. It talks about different kinds of plants and their qualities." Agatha sighed, leaving a soft kiss on Rio’s hair. Nicholas, nestled between them, made a happy little noise, as if content to have both his mothers so close.
"Thank you for watching over our son." The word "our" always brought butterflies to Rio’s stomach. Nicholas was their son. He was the manifestation of their love, and nothing could be more perfect.
"I love being with him, you know that." Rio offered a gentle smile, though there was a hint of insecurity in her voice. "Now, I was thinking, what does my lady want for dinner?"
"You," Agatha said, the mischievous look in her eyes making Rio laugh, though she also felt a light blush rising in her cheeks.
"Don’t say things like that in front of our son."
"He doesn’t understand yet."
"Even so."
"Okay, I won’t," Agatha said, pulling Rio closer. "How about rabbit stew?"
"Whatever my lady wants."
The sunlight slowly disappeared, but inside the cabin, the warmth of their love remained vibrant, pulsing like a living heart. It was a moment Rio knew she would cherish forever, a memory that would keep her warm on her darkest days.
End of Flashback
But now none of that exists anymore. Rio had worked hard to keep the cabin untouched, camouflaging it deep in the forest. No one else should have that place—it would always be theirs. It was too sacred for anyone else to enter.
Suddenly, Agatha stopped walking away. Rio felt the world stop with her, the sound of the forest around them seemed to evaporate, the air trapped in her lungs, as if an invisible chain was preventing her from breathing. Hope. She tried to stifle it, but she couldn’t. The warmth of that old flame began to resurface, burning under her skin.
“I know…” Agatha finally spoke, her voice broken, almost a whisper. Rio froze. The entire world shrank down to that voice. “I know, I just... I didn’t make the right choices to save him, but I can do better with the Teen, I have to.” Agatha’s voice faltered, exposing her vulnerability. “But I know he’s not our son.”
What Rio saw in Agatha’s eyes nearly destroyed her. Those blue eyes, always so vibrant, were now shadowed by a sorrow that seemed endless. She couldn’t bear it and lowered her head, letting the tears fall silently, painfully. Their son. Theirs.
Feeling Agatha approach, Rio tried to pull away, but her body wouldn’t respond. That force, that electricity… She always felt it when Agatha was near, like a magnetic field pulling them together, inevitable, inescapable. When Agatha’s hands touched her face, soft as a whisper, Rio closed her eyes, unable to resist what came next. Her hands wiped away Rio’s tears with a cruel tenderness, and for a moment, Rio almost forgot what it was like to be touched this way. It had been so long.
The touch was gentle, hesitant, as if Agatha was afraid of breaking her. But it was also familiar. Every nerve in Rio’s body came alive at that touch.
“My love, I know, I’m here, I’ve got you.” Agatha whispered into Rio’s hair, her voice fractured with emotion. The warmth of her breath against Rio’s skin was a reminder that Agatha was still there, still real, despite everything they had lost.
But for Rio, it felt like at any moment, everything could fall apart again. She clung to Agatha’s body as if she were on the edge of a cliff. The fear of losing the only thing she had left consumed her.
Agatha was so close that Rio could feel her breath against her lips, the heat of her body radiating like a silent promise of comfort.
Rio’s tears, held back for years, now flowed uncontrollably. It was as if, finally, everything she had buried deep inside was exploding, being set free. She cried for all the lost moments, for the words that were never said, for the life that could never be reclaimed. They melted into an embrace so tight it was as if they became one, as if the world around them could disappear, as long as they were together.
“I’m so sorry, I couldn’t save him. ” The words came out as anguished sobs. Rio hated herself for her weakness, but she couldn’t stop. “I tried, Agatha, I swear, I tried. You have to believe me.” Her voice broke, the words barely making it out, lost in despair.
Agatha held her even tighter. “I know, love, I know.” The pain in Agatha’s voice was tangible. She was broken too, also drowning in grief.
Two mothers mourning the son they would never get back.
Time seemed to have stopped for them, and all that was left was the touch of hands, the muffled sound of sobs, and the silent pain that connected them. They were trapped in the same agony.
Eventually, Agatha collapsed to the ground, her back resting against a tree, and without hesitation, Rio curled up in her lap. Her body trembled with every breath, clinging to Agatha as if she were the only anchor keeping her afloat. She didn’t know if she would survive being separated from Agatha again.
“Sweetheart…” Agatha tried to call her, her voice soft, almost hesitant, but filled with concern. When Rio felt Agatha trying to pull her back a little, she reacted with immediate panic, the desperation burning in her chest.
“No.” Her voice came out hoarse and urgent, fear evident. “Don’t leave me, not now. Please.” Rio pressed her face into Agatha’s neck as if she could merge with her, as if she could disappear into the safety of that embrace.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Agatha murmured, her voice firm yet tender. “I just want to look at you. I promise, I’m not going anywhere.” The promise hung in the air like a balm, and slowly, Rio relented, allowing herself to be gently pulled back. But her hand still held on to Agatha, afraid to let go.
“I missed you.” Agatha’s words were soft, her fingers tracing delicate lines across Rio’s face as if memorizing every curve, every feature that had been absent for so long. Agatha’s gaze, those blue eyes that had always been a guiding light for Rio, were now tender, filled with a love that almost made Rio crumble entirely.
“My love…” Rio’s voice broke again. She knew what was coming. The desire she felt for Agatha wasn’t just physical, it was something primal, something she couldn’t hold back. And then, without knowing who moved first, their lips finally met.
The first contact was like a shock of electricity, a breath charged with years of separation and longing. Rio couldn’t stop the moan of satisfaction that escaped her lips as she felt Agatha closer, more real than she remembered. Agatha’s tongue slid into her mouth, and every movement seemed to reignite something Rio thought she had lost forever.
It was like breathing fresh air after years of suffocating underground.
Rio felt Agatha’s hands tangling in her hair, pulling her softly, with a tenderness that almost made her collapse. But she didn’t want tenderness. She wanted more. She wanted to be consumed, to be marked, to have Agatha on every part of her body, like a tattoo. She wanted to feel Agatha for days.
The forest seemed to vibrate around them, every whisper of the wind resonating with the electricity in the air. Agatha was above her, powerful and relentless, and it made Rio’s heart race.
“More…” Rio moaned, her body moving involuntarily, seeking contact, a dance of need and submission. “Agatha, my love, please…” Her voice was broken, revealing the struggle between pride and surrender. The desire consumed her, and every fiber of her being screamed for Agatha, but the need to hold onto some control was a distant echo that no longer seemed to matter.
Rio watched Agatha's eyes, a storm of emotions brewing within them. The blue that used to be so serene was now an abyss, dark and filled with dangerous promises.
"No," Agatha responded, her voice a rough whisper that sent chills down Rio's spine. "I decide if I’ll give you more or not." The determination in Agatha's voice was an invitation to despair, a provocation that made Rio's body tremble.
If it were another occasion, Rio might have fought, might have challenged Agatha. But at that moment, her need consumed her, and she wanted to be devoured. "Please, I’m yours. Take me." The words slipped from her lips like a prayer, laden with vulnerability that left her exposed.
Stubbornness seemed a distant memory; all that mattered was Agatha, and she wanted to lose herself in her submission.
The tension between them grew like a thread ready to snap. Agatha moved, and the sudden movement took Rio by surprise, throwing her down. The impact with the ground was a brutal reminder of the situation she was in. She felt the pain in her back from the rough landing, and she loved it.
Rio wrapped her legs around Agatha's waist, pulling her closer, as if she wanted to fuse with her. The heat radiating from Agatha was overwhelming, and Rio wanted more. The kiss that followed was primal, a power struggle that set her on fire. Agatha dominated her, and Rio willingly surrendered.
"Mine," Agatha whispered, and that simple pronoun made Rio’s stomach churn. The possessiveness in Agatha’s words was both terrifying and thrilling. "I heard them talking about you, wanting you." Agatha’s voice dripped with jealousy, a reminder that the outside world still existed, but Rio didn’t want to think about that. All that mattered was this moment, this visceral connection.
"Hmm?" Understanding failed. Rio's mind was foggy, and all she could think about was Agatha. "No, only yours." The whisper came out as a desperate pledge, a declaration that she belonged to her, the only one who had the power to claim her.
"Good," Agatha whispered, as her hand moved up to grip Rio's neck, each touch a reminder of ownership. "Good girl." The words were like a spell, making Rio's head spin, and she felt like she was losing herself, but she didn’t want it to end.
"Not desperate, you need me, don’t you?" Agatha said, her hands firmly grabbing Rio's ass as she pulled her up and dragged her down, making her feel the growing heat of their intimacy. The touch made Rio throw her head back, a moan escaping her lips. It was simply incredible.
"More, sweetheart," Rio begged, her hands searching for Agatha’s, trying to guide them to where she needed them most. She knew she shouldn’t be acting like this, but Agatha always called her a brat, and this little defiance only fueled her desire.
"No." The sound of the slap that Agatha delivered to her face echoed in Rio's mind, a delicious sting that made her shiver. Her eyes widened in surprise as she stared at Agatha, whose dark blue eyes were filled with an electric warning. "I want to taste you first." The word "taste" echoed in Rio's mind, and an involuntary moan escaped her lips.
Agatha seemed to relish the growing tension between them, and Rio couldn’t help but feel a mixture of anticipation and excitement as Agatha reached for the knife Rio always kept hidden. She pulled it out, the cold blade gently pressing at the base of Rio's neck, just enough to let a drop of blood slip. The sensation made her feel alive, a mix of fear and desire.
Agatha's eyes were fixed on hers, a silent game of domination and surrender as the blade cut through Rio's clothes, each rip a reminder of her vulnerability and burning desire. The tip of the knife scraped against her skin, and each scratch made her feel more alive, more marked.
Rio panted, her breathing quick and uneven as the knife moved closer to her most intimate place, her heart racing as she realized each of Agatha's movements was asserting absolute dominance. When the last piece of clothing was cut away, she was exposed and vulnerable, but at the same time, incredibly aroused.
Agatha set the knife aside and immediately reclaimed Rio’s mouth. A deep moan escaped Rio as she rubbed up against Agatha, her hands exploring Agatha's back under her shirt, scratching and pulling her closer. The passion consumed them both, and Rio surrendered completely.
Agatha trailed her mouth down Rio’s neck, sucking on the bite she had already left there, her lips hot and urgent as they marked every inch of skin. Agatha’s tongue eagerly traced over the scratches, and Rio couldn’t stop the moans that slipped from her mouth.
When Agatha reached her breasts, her mouth sucked and bit one nipple while her hand caressed the other. Rio was lost in pleasure, swearing she could come from that touch alone.
But Agatha, as always, had her own plans. She moved her mouth lower, ignoring Rio’s most sensitive spot and going straight to her open thighs. The heat and wetness between them were palpable, and Rio’s body begged for more.
“So wet for me,” Agatha whispered against Rio’s thigh, her voice a mix of pleasure and possessiveness. “So ready, so willing.”
“For you,” Rio panted, a plea and a declaration. Her response brought a satisfied smile to Agatha’s lips as she then reached her hand down to Rio’s pussy, gathering some of the moisture that dripped from her.
Rio had been through so much in life, but nothing had prepared her for this moment. Agatha brought her finger to her mouth, closing her eyes as if savoring the most delicious thing in the world. “I missed this taste, so delicious, so mine, still sweet as hell.” The scene was incredibly intimate, almost supernatural, making Rio’s body feel like it was about to combust. All she could do was moan, unable to form any coherent words.
Agatha smiled at the desperation in her lover’s eyes, and finally, she placed her tongue on Rio’s pussy, licking a long stripe. The sensation was indescribable, and Rio gave herself over to the pleasure, feeling her wetness spill into Agatha's mouth, mixed with saliva that pooled, creating a primal connection between them. Agatha devoured her as if she were starving, and Rio knew she wouldn’t last much longer.
Rio writhed, her body arching into a near-perfect bow as Agatha’s mouth sent her into a state of ecstasy. She felt as though she were floating; Agatha’s tongue moved in and out of her body, while her nose grazed against her sensitive clit. Agatha was consuming her with insatiable passion, her entire face and mouth rubbing against Rio’s pussy, making her feel alive, pulsing.
Agatha’s hands were firmly locked around Rio’s waist, keeping her from moving on her own, but the desire was so intense that Rio couldn’t help the involuntary movements. She was practically grinding herself into Agatha’s mouth, each touch pushing her closer to the edge.
But Agatha knew Rio wouldn’t last much longer, and though she craved for Rio to come in her mouth, there was something deeper consuming her. She needed to be inside Rio, needed to feel that connection. So, with one last voracious lick, Agatha pulled her mouth away from Rio, her face wet, her neck, and even the top of her shirt, soaked.
Rio barely had time to protest the loss of contact before Agatha was on her again, claiming her mouth once more. A moan escaped her lips as she tasted herself mixed with Agatha’s. She didn’t need to beg this time; the need was mutual. Agatha, hungry for her, slid her fingers into Rio’s wet heat, and Rio gave in, offering no resistance.
Their kisses were furious, a dance of passion and desire as Agatha penetrated her with relentless intensity. Rio’s body shook with the brutal movements, her back scraping against the ground. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain, and she was in absolute ecstasy.
Agatha had possessed her countless times over the centuries, but this time was different. There was a palpable longing, a deep desire to be together, to consume one another. Rio wanted to give everything to Agatha, everything she had and everything she was; she was willing to offer anything Agatha asked for.
As the intensity grew, Rio knew she wouldn’t last much longer. Agatha knew her body so well that she could take Rio to the edge effortlessly. She felt the pace quicken, the movements becoming faster and more relentless, each thrust a promise of absolute pleasure.
"Open your eyes," Agatha commanded, her hand moving to Rio’s neck, the delicate pressure evoking a mix of submission and surrender. "I want to see your eyes when you come for me, like a good girl."
Rio obeyed immediately, her dark eyes locking onto Agatha’s, where storms of desire swirled. Agatha pressed her neck one last time, and when Rio finally came, her cry echoed through the forest, an explosion of energy that seemed to reverberate through every leaf and tree around them.
Agatha watched, her eyes fixed on Rio, who looked stunning, her body trembling under the wave of pleasure. Agatha had to press her own body down, trying to contain Rio’s spasms, a sight that left her captivated.
As Rio came down from her climax, Agatha continued pumping her fingers inside her, each movement drawing out involuntary moans. Only when Rio's breathing started to calm did Agatha withdraw, both of them groaning at the loss of contact.
Agatha collapsed onto Rio, her face buried in Rio’s neck, breathing in the familiar scent that always soothed her. Rio's trembling hands pulled Agatha closer, and for a magical moment, it felt like time had stopped. They were the same as they had been years ago, lost in their bubble of love and magic.
Agatha and Rio nestled against each other, their bodies perfectly fitting as their breathing began to steady. They closed their eyes, allowing the silence of the forest to envelop them, as if the outside world had vanished. The warmth of each other’s presence was comforting, and in that embrace, they found a peace that had long been lost.
Rio didn’t know how much time had passed, but it was a moment she wished would last forever. Yet deep down, a part of her knew this couldn’t last eternally. But for now, this moment was enough.