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Heeeey, my beloved readers!! Well, this chapter is so fucking intense... I don't even know how starts to describe that. So, it's better you guys read it hahaha 😂

Enjoy it <3

MINORS MUST NOT INTERACT

Pairing: AgathaRio x Fem Reader

Warnings: angst, blood, hate sex, anal sex, sex and sex (did I ever said sex?)

Summary: after you wake up you demand explanations, but of course the plan doesn't go as you expected.

Curse

Darkness was the first thing you felt when consciousness returned.

A deep void, like falling endlessly, trapped between reality and oblivion. Wanda’s words still echoed in your mind, blending with the whispers of Alice and Billy.

"You're being used."

The sentence was poison, seeping into your thoughts, corroding every shred of certainty you had.

A source.

That’s what you were, wasn’t it?

Just a source of power, a reservoir of energy to be exploited. That’s what they said. But if that were true, then why were you here? Why were you wrapped in warmth and softness, instead of cold and loneliness?

Your hands gripped the soft sheets beneath you. Sheets? Your chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, heart pounding against your ribs.

You were awake.

Alive.

Your eyes opened slowly, and the faint glow of ambient light spilled into your vision. The room around you was familiar—the white walls with dark accents. So elegant, so refined.

Their room.

Shit. You missed this—the unmistakable scent of spices mixed with something floral.

And then, you felt it.

Hands.

Hands gliding gently across your skin, tracing your arm as if to make sure you were still there.

A tender touch, a possessive one.

Your body was cocooned in warmth, protected by presences you knew better than anything else in the world.

"There, there, little one. You're safe now." Agatha’s low, raspy voice brushed your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. Her tone was a mix of relief and control, as if she were reclaiming something that should’ve never been taken away.

Rio was on the other side, her touch just as present, running through your hair, along the curves of your face.

"Your mommies are here now, darling." Her whisper was both a promise and a reminder that no matter what anyone said—no matter what you were—you were still theirs.

The warmth around you vanished the moment you pulled away.

Their touch still burned on your skin, but now it was different—it wasn’t comfort. It was a reminder. A reminder that everything you felt, everything you were, had been shaped by them.

Rio's eyes widened as you slipped out of her arms. Her face flickered between surprise and hurt, but Agatha was the first to recover.

"Sweetheart, please—"

"Don't call me that!" Your voice cut through the air like a blade. "Don’t you dare call me that!"Anger bubbled inside you—hot, suffocating.

Your chest heaved, your heart pounding as if trying to break free from your ribs.

The room that once felt safe now seemed claustrophobic, like the walls were closing in on you.

You swayed slightly, dizzy from the sudden movement, but kept your posture stiff.

They were both watching you, waiting, like you were a child throwing a tantrum.

"You lied to me." Your voice was lower now, but so much heavier than shouting. It carried something far worse—disappointment. "You made me believe that I was... that this was real. My feelings... It was all just a spell, wasn't it? A cheap trick to keep me close. That’s all it was, right?"

Agatha opened her mouth to respond, then closed it, carefully choosing her words.

Rio, always the less calculated one, stepped forward. "It’s not like that—"

"No?"

You laughed bitterly, taking a step back."Then explain it to me, Rio."

Her name sounded foreign. It felt wrong to call your Mama that.

"Explain why it feels like I'm dying when I’m not with you! Why I wake up drained after a night’s sleep, like a part of me has been ripped away! Is that just a side effect of this shit?"

The silence that followed was deafening.

Rio looked away.

Agatha sighed, suddenly looking older than ever.

“Fuck.” Rio muttered under her breath, silently cursing Wanda. "Please, sweetheart… sit down. You’re still weak." The green witch asked gently.

You obeyed—not because you wanted to, but because your body needed to.

"We… we never meant for this to happen—" You let out a sarcastic laugh, your head pounding.

"Oh, of course. Because the plan was to drain me dry until I dropped dead!" You were furious. So angry your teeth clenched tight.

Agatha breathed in deeply, searching for patience. She’d need it. You were her babygirl—she should know how to handle you. But she was shaken too.

Exhausted.

Rio closed her eyes for a moment, like your words had physically hurt her. When she looked back at you, there was a raw honesty in her gaze. Almost helpless.

"It wasn’t supposed to be like this," Rio admitted, her voice tight, her hands wringing together like they were looking for something to hold onto.

"At the beginning… yes. You were a source. Your untouched energy was something we couldn’t ignore. But then, you became—"

"Everything." Agatha finished softly. The weight of exhaustion hung on her shoulders, making every word feel heavier. "So much so that the plan didn’t matter. Power didn’t matter. At some point, you stopped being a means to an end."

You clenched your fists, your nails digging into your palms. "And I’m supposed to believe that?"

"I love you."

Just like that.

So sudden, it stole your breath.

So sudden, you took a step back.

Rio’s confession came as a whisper, but it thundered in your mind.

"I love you," she repeated, firmer now. "No matter what they told you. No matter what you think about us... I love you. And so does your Mommy."

Your throat tightened. The temptation to surrender, to close your eyes and let yourself be held again, was nearly unbearable.

But no.

They couldn’t just say those words—those three fucking words you so badly wanted to hear—and expect everything to be forgiven.

You shook your head, eyes falling to the floor in disbelief.

They unbalanced you so easily.

Fuck.

"It’s not that simple," you whispered, trying to keep your voice steady. "You can’t just show up in armor on a white horse and say that. Not after everything."

Yes. They could.

Your heart beat wildly, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

Emotion.

Ready to fall.

They loved you. Your mommies. The women who saved you—and held you captive at the same time—from a cruel, hard life.

But you knew you had to resist.

Because it hadn’t been easy for you. None of this.

The one with blue eyes had a shaky breath, and you couldn’t tell if it was from anger or just exhaustion.

"Then tell us," Agatha spoke, her voice low but steady.

"What do we have to do for you to forgive us?"

You stared at them, eyes sharp.

They were drained, weary, almost pleading.

They weren’t in a position to demand anything.

You took a deep breath, your decision already made.

"On your knees."

The order was clear. Irrefutable.

Agatha kept her gaze fixed on you, as if she could intimidate you, bend you, make you submissive again with her presence alone. But no longer. You were no longer that defenseless girl who clung to them for safety without question.

"What?" Agatha’s incredulous voice came out hoarse, spitting the t, laced with wounded pride.

You tilted your head slightly, looking down at her. "I’m sure your ears still work fine despite your age. On your knees. Both of you."

Rio closed her eyes for a moment, exhaling heavily. She was tired, yes, but you saw something else in her—redemption. A genuine need to be forgiven. To have her little girl back in her arms.

Unlike Agatha, who always needed to be in control, Rio was willing to bow if that’s what it took to bring you back to them.

The artist was the first to give in. Slowly, she slid down to the floor, her eyes locked on yours—dark chocolate, burning with desire and despair. A shiver ran down your spine.

That was the power they had over you.

The same power that kept you captive and enchanted, even now, when you should be hating them.

Agatha, however, hesitated. Her fists clenched at her sides. Small flickers of purple energy vibrated beneath her hands, a reflection of the storm raging inside her. You noticed the faint tremble in her fingers.

She was resisting.

You stepped closer, shrinking the space between you. "What’s the matter, Mommy? Is this too humiliating for you?" Your voice was low, almost teasing. "Because it was for me. When I found out what you did. When I realized I couldn’t live without you, but you could live without me. Without pain. Without despair."

Agatha’s jaw clenched, but she said nothing.

"You used me." Your voice was thick with a mix of rage and need. "You tied my heart to yours, made me dependent on something that was never real. But you? You remain free. You think that’s fair?"

The silence stretched.

Finally, with visible reluctance, Agatha dropped to her knees. You watched every small movement—the way her shoulders tensed, the unevenness of her breath. Seeing Agatha Harkness yield to you was intoxicating.

You crossed your arms, chin raised. "If you want my forgiveness. If you truly want me back. You know what you have to do. Bind your hearts to mine. Feel what I feel. Hurt like I hurt."

Rio swallowed hard, her expression vulnerable. "If we do this... there's no going back. We’ll be bound forever."

"Exactly." You looked down at them, a slow smile creeping onto your lips. "And only then, will I decide if I forgive you or not."

You waited. Watched as Rio looked at Agatha, and something passed silently between them—something you couldn’t quite decipher, but it didn’t matter.

You had already won this battle.

The silence broke with the sound of glinting metal sliding from its sheath.

Rio raised the curved dagger, the ancient blade gleaming in the dim room light.

"Blood for blood," she intoned, her voice echoing like an ancestral chant. The blade whispered across your palm with a wet kiss. You didn’t flinch. The pain was sharp, sweet, necessary.

Her eyes were fixed on you—devoted, lustful, and surrendered. The witch looked ethereal, dressed in shadows and power, her hair slicked to her face with sweat.

So beautiful it hurt.

She didn’t hesitate. Drew the blade across her own palm, a precise, ceremonial cut. Blood spilled in thick, dark red streams, pulsing with raw energy. She bit her lip and moaned softly at the pain.

Or was it pleasure?

Then it was Agatha’s turn. Her pale, elegant fingers gripped the dagger, and the hesitation was palpable. The witch’s pride was her armor—one now shattered.

She sliced her palm firmly. She didn’t moan. She didn’t falter. She simply breathed deeply and let her blood mingle with Rio’s, dripping to the ground, sealing the first phase of the ritual.

You watched from above, your body on high alert, breath trembling, latent power buzzing on your skin like electricity.

Fuck.

Sexy as fuck.

The crimson red contrasted perfectly with their skin. Your mouth watered, and you couldn’t understand why it was affecting you this much.

Rio crawled toward you, her knees sliding across the cold floor. Every movement was soaked in reverence and lust. Her gaze was submissive and hungry, her mouth slightly open, blood still dripping from her hand. When she reached you, she said nothing.

She just looked at you.

Like you were her goddess. Her executioner and her salvation.

You barely noticed when Agatha, still kneeling, took your left hand—the one with the scar from the day you cut yourself with glass on set.

Rio watched, her fingers tracing the scar's outline with devoted tenderness. "Aggie was so greedy that day," she murmured, her voice husky, almost a moan. "Sucking every drop of your blood..."

Her touch on your finger made you shiver. The heat, the power, the desire… it all swirled into a delicious and dangerous storm.

"Now it’s Mama’s turn."

Then she brought your hand to her lips.

And licked.

She licked with hunger, with devotion, like she was devouring you. The blood. The past. The pain. She drank it all in.

"Bound. Forever," Agatha growled, more to herself than to you.

Rio pressed her wounded palm against Agatha’s, then against yours. The blood mixed—hot and alive.

"Three hearts. One curse."

The pain was lightning. You fell backward, your spine colliding with the marble altar as you saw everything:

Agatha, as a child, hiding her tears, trying to be brave as Evanora prepared to burn her alive.

A young Rio, accepting her fate, seeing her own face transformed into Lady Death for the first time.

You, curled inside a closet, listening to screams that never ended. Wishing your mother would come back.

The connection was a volcano. An abyss. A womb.

“Fuck!” you moaned. “What is this?” Your mind was foggy, a mixture of lust and confusion.

Rio smiled wickedly. “That, darling… is what happens when three souls decide to bleed together.”

She was panting, her eyes glassy with power and longing, her hand still pressed to your skin.

Magic vibrated around you—purple, green, black—a sensual mist that tinged the air, made the floor quake, and your skin burn. Every beat of your heart ached… because now, it no longer beat alone.

Agatha approached, her blue eyes wild, almost feral. She pulled your body downward.

And you fell to your knees, now just as surrendered as they were.

"You little plague…” she murmured, voice low and hoarse, full of reverence and restrained fury. “You poisoned us with your own pain. Made us addicted to your care. Who’s the real witch between us?”

“You chose to start this,” you whispered, drawn to them by something primal, still dizzy from the vision of having them both at your feet. “Now finish it.”

Rio slipped her knees between your legs, her bloodstained fingers caressing your bare thigh. “Oh. No. You misunderstood.” The taller one said, her words as soft as a snake ready to strike.

“We’re going to do more than finish you, little one,” she purred, her smile feline. “We’re going to start over. Do it all again.”

Your Mama's fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of your neck, a caress heavy with promises.

You gasped, surrendering fully to her touch.

Agatha came from behind, her mouth pressed against your neck, biting in that blend of brutality and softness that only she could master—a possessive gesture that made you moan.

The heat of her body against yours was hypnotic. You could feel her nipples, hard as stone, against your back.

The elder witch’s fingers wrapped firmly around your throat, forcing you to look straight ahead—right into Rio’s hungry eyes.

“Never free again,” Agatha whispered, her voice sounding like a pagan prayer, an ancient spell murmured against your hot skin. “Not you. Not us.”

“Three hearts,” Rio added, and her fingers slid between your legs with a slowness that was almost wicked, as if each second of that surrender had to be carved into you. “One curse.”

You arched, your body igniting like incense on coals—burning, fragrant, unraveling in pleasure.

The room pulsed to the rhythm of something older than desire itself.

The scar on your finger throbbed.

But now, it wasn’t pain.

It was ecstasy.

It was magic.

It was belonging.

It was love.

Three hearts had been sealed. An unbreakable, eternal bond. A fate stitched together with blood and lust. This time, three hearts had bled. Three hearts now bound to one another, tangled in a knot even time wouldn't dare undo.

Rio tightened her grip on the back of your neck, pulling you forward firmly—then held out her cut palm before your eyes.

Blood. Dark red. Thick. Warm.

It shimmered in the ritual light like sacred wine. It dripped, heavy, toward the already stained floor.

Your mouth opened on instinct. You were salivating.

Hungry.

Like a starving dog. Like a worshipper before an offering.

“Do it,” your Mama commanded, her voice hoarse, laced with impure reverence.

And you obeyed.

Your tongue touched the wound with a nearly desperate thirst. The taste was metallic, alive, a silenced scream. You moaned as you swallowed, a muffled and primal sound, like that of a wounded, devoted creature.

Rio watched, chest heaving, eyes locked on you—on how your face transformed as her blood slid down your mouth, dripping from your chin, staining the floor.

What a delicious mess you were.

Agatha pulled you back and turned your face with silent authority. Her eyes burned with a mix of jealousy and pure desire.

She licked the blood from your lips with the precision of someone who knew every taste you carried. And when her tongue invaded your mouth—hungry, possessive—you lost your mind.

Your moan echoed across the altar like a profane prayer—long, trembling, needy.

You began to grind against the carpeted floor, aching for something hard and thick to ride.

Agatha brought her own hand to your mouth, and this time you didn’t need to be guided. You already knew exactly what to do.

Your tongue attacked your Mommy’s palm. The blood just as thick, poisoned by the darkness of impure magic.

You moaned at the taste of sin on your tongue.

“My good girl…” she groaned low, just as needy as you were.

From that moment on, there was no turning back.

No choices. No freedom.

Only them.

Only you.

Three hearts.

One single curse.

Fueled by reckless courage, you pushed Agatha, making her sit back on her heels.

“Get on all fours,” you ordered, your voice deeper than you remembered it could be.

You saw your Mommy’s eyes flare with fury, her jaw clenched—you knew she wouldn’t give in easily. Not yet.

But then, she obeyed.

Her mature body bent forward, proud and vulnerable, like a sacred and profane offering all at once. Her round ass, dressed in luxurious garments, turned perfectly toward you.

Panting with pure anticipation, you positioned behind her, your hands grabbing her waist with the intensity of someone trying to tear out truths.

“Speak,” you demanded, your fingers digging into her skin, your hips pressing firmly into hers. “Tell me how it happened.”

She gasped. Almost moaned. But tried to hold herself together. Agatha knew exactly what you meant. How was the moment they decided to bind you to them. Forever.

“When… you ran away that day on set…” her voice broke. “When… you went after Josh… we snapped. I snapped.”

You smiled at the memory and began caressing the waistband of her clothes, threatening to pull those useless fabrics off her.

You traced the seam of her outfit, making her tremble. “Speak clear, Mommy.”

“We wanted… an excuse,” she confessed, her fingers curling against the floor. “An excuse to hurt you. Just a small cut. Just enough to bind you to us.”

Oh.

There it was.

That small confession that set your chest on fire.

Without patience, you pushed her hips up, yanking down her pants and panties together. And all you could see was your Mommy’s pale, milky skin, begging to be touched by you.

You pulled her closer, your bodies colliding hard. “And what happened then?”

She moaned loudly, losing control for a moment. “Fuck… you were already cut…”

You froze for a second, heart pounding against your chest. “What did you say?”

“When we saw you… that night… your finger…” Agatha turned slightly, eyes glistening. “You were already hurt. It was a sign. That you were meant to be ours. Woven just for us.”

Your heart stopped.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You couldn’t even begin to describe what those words did to you.

It was as if something tore open inside your chest—but instead of pain, there was feverish warmth, something insane, between ecstasy and despair.

You heard those words like an ancient prophecy. Like every time you cried alone in the dark, every scream stifled in your pillow, all those years believing no one would ever choose you—they had all just been the prelude… to this.

To them.

To that damned and magical knot now burning in your flesh.

And the worst part?

You love it.

Your heart beat too fast, way too fast—not from fear, but from twisted pleasure, rooted in the filthiest corner of your soul.

You didn’t know if you wanted to scream or moan.

If you wanted to run… or crawl back to it.

Because if this was a prison… It was the most beautiful, the warmest, the most intoxicating one you’d ever known.

It was love.

It was madness.

And it was the kind of thing you swore you'd never accept. But now you were here, knees on the ground, the taste of blood on your lips and tears in your eyes from sheer fear and emotion, hearing Agatha say you were made for them.

And part of you wanted to scream yes.

Yes, I was.

Yes, you broke me before you even touched me.

Yes, I was born to be yours.

To bleed for you.

To die—and be reborn—by your hands.

It was sick. It was wrong.

And it was everything you ever wanted.

Agatha licked her own fingers, as if reenacting the moment. “I couldn’t resist. I sucked the blood dripping from your fingertip… and the second it touched my tongue…” She gasped, her eyes rolling back. “You became ours. Forever.”

You grabbed her hair and pulled gently, forcing her to look at you. “And Mama?” you provoked. “Did she take part too?”

Rio, who had been silently observing everything, approached from behind like a ravenous shadow.

"I drank what was left on your skin while you slept," she murmured, her fingers sliding over your hip, urging you to invade Agatha's pussy with your fingers.

"We knew it was cruel." Her Mama flicked her tongue along the curve of your ear. "We knew it was selfish. But... we didn’t know it would hurt this much..."

You felt their bodies pressed against you, like a temple set ablaze.

But now, this temple was all yours.

They had marked you. But now, you were the one in control.

You struggled to breathe as your Mama ground against you from behind, the curve of your ass rubbing perfectly against her clit.

Caressing the flesh in front of you, you whispered, "What do you want, Mommy?"

Agatha gripped the plush carpet, her skin prickling under your wandering hand.

"Honey, Mommy needs you... needs your fingers..."

You smiled, slow and wicked, as your fingers traced Agatha’s soaked entrance, feeling how she already pulsed for you.

"My fingers?" you repeated, dragging your fingertips in torturous circles without penetrating her yet. "Just that?"

Agatha bit her lip, her hips twitching against your hand, but you held firm, denying her what she craved most.

"Please," she moaned, the plea rough and broken.

Rio chuckled darkly behind you, her hands gripping your hips hard as she rutted against your back, your ass grinding her clit.

"She’s so wet for you, baby," your Mama purred, teeth grazing your shoulder. "I don’t think she can wait any longer."

You finally relented, sliding two fingers into Agatha in one deep, firm thrust. She screamed, her body arching like a drawn bow, nails clawing the carpet.

"Yes, my good girl..." she panted, eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy.

Rio didn’t waste time. Her hands slid to your waist, holding you steady as she rolled her hips, grinding against you in a filthy rhythm. You could feel her heat, the slickness staining your back, and it only made you hungrier.

"You’re controlling her so well..." Rio murmured, her voice a growl in your ear. "Make her moan louder. Make her beg."

You obeyed, quickening your pace inside Agatha, your fingers curling to hit that spot that made her tremble.

"M-More!" Agatha sobbed, legs shaking. "Honey, please—"

"What else do you want, Mommy?" you teased, adding a third finger, stretching her wider.

"You!" she near-howled, eyes glazed with pleasure-tears. "I need all of you!"

Rio laughed, dark and satisfied, before biting your nape. "She’s so desperate... So yours."

You knew Agatha was close. Her body was taut, her moans louder, rougher. And when you finally pressed just right, she shattered.

Her orgasm hit like lightning, her body seizing violently, fingers tearing at the carpet like it was her only anchor. You didn’t stop, fucking her through it, prolonging every wave until she was whimpering, oversensitive and twitching.

Behind you, Rio was just as lost, rutting against your back frantically, her moans muffled against your skin.

You smirked, triumphant, as Rio finally tipped over the edge, her teeth sinking into your shoulder to stifle her cries.

"Now, mommies need to have fun too, don’t they?" Rio slid her bruised hand between your thighs, squeezing just to feel the slickness there.

She laughed, dark and honeyed, as her fingers plunged into you without mercy. "So dripping for us, my devoted little slut..." She pinched your swollen lips, making you gasp.

Agatha, still lying beside you, rose with that predatory grace only she possessed. Her blue eyes burned with renewed hunger.

"You think you can dominate me, honey?" She raked her nails down your thighs, leaving red marks. "Think you can reduce me to this? A whimpering, begging bitch who’s yours?"

Your heart raced. You tried to answer, but Rio was already moving, straddling your face with that wicked smile.

"No, no. No more talking." She lowered her hips, smothering you with her soaked cunt. "Our turn now."

Her scent flooded your senses—salty, sweet, hers. You opened your mouth instinctively, tongue lapping at her folds as Rio rode your face in slow, torturous rolls.

"That’s it, baby... lick properly. Like a good girl."

Meanwhile, Agatha settled between your legs, her long fingers sliding through your slick with cruel calm.

"You left us so hungry..." She pushed two fingers into you at once, no warning, making your back arch. "Think it’s fair we suffer?"

You moaned against Rio, the sound muffled by her heat. Agatha smirked, picking up her pace, her fingers hitting that perfect spot inside you.

"We want to hear you beg, darling." Rio yanked your hair up just enough for you to gasp. "Do it."

You panted, drooling, lips swollen from effort. "P-Please—"

"Please what?" Agatha crooked her fingers, hitting that spongy spot inside you, making you scream.

"Fuck! D-Don’t— Don’t stop! Please, mommies... use me!"

They exchanged a look above you, satisfied.

"There she is..." Rio slammed back down on your face, faster now, her hips slapping your chin. "Good girl."

Agatha, meanwhile, added a third finger, stretching you until pain bled into pleasure.

You were a sweaty, needy mess.

Their scent, Rio’s weight on your mouth, Agatha’s fingers ruining you—it was too much. Your body shook, muscles clenching, your mind reduced to pure instinct.

"Gonna cum, aren’t you?" Agatha snarled, her fingers now brutal. "Then cum. Cum like the obedient little bitch you are."

Rio locked her thighs around your head, her own moans pitching higher. "Cum with Mama, filthy girl."

And you obeyed.

Your orgasm hit like a hurricane, body seizing violently, your cries muffled by Rio’s cunt as she came too, her release dripping down your face.

Agatha didn’t stop, fucking you through it, dragging out every second until you were sobbing, overstimulated and twitching.

Finally, they stilled.

Rio slid off your face, collapsing beside you, while Agatha slowly withdrew her fingers, bringing them to her mouth to suck your taste off with a smirk.

"That was... very good." Rio exhaled with a half-sated smile. "But Mama wants more." She knelt on the floor again, crawling over the carpet until she loomed over you.

"Up, pet. On all fours." She patted your thigh three times, positioning you exactly where she wanted. "Mama wants to try something, sweetheart."

Rio shot a wicked grin at her wife, who rose and went to their dresser, pulling out—

A strap.

Black.

Thick.

Massive.

You gasped, your ass instinctively lifting, and Rio cackled.

"So responsive..." She stroked your skin. "Mama wants to claim you every way possible." Her lips brushed your nape with devotion, goosebumps erupting down your spine.

Agatha sits at the edge of the bed, legs spread like a flower. A sharp slap lands on your ass. “Crawl to your Mommy.”

You obey.

Now face-to-face with her swollen, glistening cunt, your tongue slips out instinctively, ravenous for her again.

Rio smacks your ass hard, leaving the flesh quivering. “Look at this bitch already offering her ass without being told,” she laughs, stroking the red mark with her fingers. “Gonna beg for this cock, aren’t you, pet?”

You moan, arching deeper, your body betraying your need. Agatha, seated on the edge of the bed with her thighs spread, slaps them twice.

“Crawl here, slut. Come clean Mommy’s pussy before you take your Mama's cock.”

You obey, dragging yourself across the carpet like a bitch in heat. When you’re close, your tongue darts out automatically, worshiping her swollen lips.

“That’s it, my greedy little whore,” Agatha gasps, fisting your hair and grinding your face into her. “Get that tongue in my ass too, you filthy thing. I want you everywhere.”

Fuck.

The women are relentless.

You feel yourself throbbing, something inside you begging to be consumed.

Taken. Claimed.

As you obey, frantically licking between her lips, Rio positions herself behind you. The sound of a leather harness tightening makes you shiver.

You feel Rio’s fingers trace your rim, sliding one inside slowly, making you clench and swallow her perfectly.

“Shh, that’s it, sweetheart. So good,” Rio praises, stroking your soaked pussy, drawing another moan. She chuckles, the sound like music. “See? When I tease you here, your little ass opens right up. Your whole body’s begging for it.”

Instantly, you grind back, taking two of Rio’s fingers.

“Look at the size of this cock for this needy slut,” Rio taunts, rubbing the thick black strap against your dripping entrance. “Gonna cry when it’s all the way in, huh?”

Agatha yanks your hair, forcing eye contact. Her gaze is glassy with lust. “She loves it, my love. Bet her tight little ass is clenching around nothing… desperate to be stretched, aren’t you, baby?”

All you manage is a broken “Yes” before Rio slams into you, ripping a raw scream from your throat.

“FUCK YES!” Agatha shouts, grinding her clit against your face. “Stuff that tight little ass! Make her feel who’s in charge!”

Rio grips your hips and pounds mercilessly, every thrust bottoming out. “You like that, baby whore? Like being reshaped around my cock?”

Fuck.

Your eyes roll back into your skull.

“Fuck. Fuck. God. Yes! Please—use all my holes!” You scream against Agatha, your tongue still working her automatically as your body is destroyed from behind.

“That’s it, my pet. Suck Mommy’s clit like the good little cunt-slut you are,” Agatha moans, nails digging into your scalp.

Rio picks up the pace, hips slamming into you. “I wanna hear this bitch scream! Scream, slut! Scream who’s fucking you!”

Fuck.

No.

This is too much.

You feel like you’ll die.

The thick cock plunging in and out, splitting you open.

Rio’s rhythm is relentless—every thrust calculated to hit that spot that makes your legs shake. You’re being devoured by them, torn between Agatha’s tongue and Rio’s strap destroying you from behind.

It’s too much.

It’s perfect.

“MAMA! MAMA’S FUCKING ME!” you howl, tears streaming.

Agatha loses her mind, teetering on the edge of a violent climax. “YES, FUCK! STUFF HER LITTLE ASS! BREAK THIS WHORE WIDE OPEN!”

When the orgasm hits her, it’s like an earthquake—her body convulses, but she quickly composes herself and climbs off the bed.

Rio lands a brutal slap on your ass, flesh jiggling. “Enough playing, pet. Get on the bed and spread those legs,” she orders, pulling the black strap free with a wet, filthy sound that makes you whimper.

You obey instantly, crawling to the center of the bed, legs spread, body still trembling. Agatha returns, adjusting a shimmering purple strap around her hips. The contrast is divine—Rio, brutal and domineering; Agatha, elegantly cruel.

“Look at me,” Agatha commands, gripping your chin. “That ass belongs to Mama, but Mommy wants your cunt.”

She rubs the purple strap’s head against your swollen lips, and you don’t hesitate, opening your mouth to lick and suck like a good girl.

“That’s it, my greedy little slut,” Agatha gasps, tangling her fingers in your hair. “Get it nice and wet for Mommy to wreck that tight little pussy.”

Rio, impatient, is already behind you, the black strap dripping with lube and your own slick. “Let’s fill this little witch from both ends,” she snarls, lining the tip at your ass again.

Agatha doesn’t wait.

The moment you release the purple strap from your mouth, she presses its head to your entrance, circling slowly. “Ready to take both, love? Think you can handle it?”

Fuck.

You’re not.

Fuck.

Is this really happening?

Fuck.

All you choke out is a “Yes”—you couldn’t say anything else—before Rio rams the black strap into your ass with a brutal thrust, making you shriek. Agatha doesn’t hold back—once your body adjusts, she drives the purple strap into your pussy, inch by inch, until you’re utterly filled.

“HOLY FUCK!” You roar. God, this is too good!

“FUCK, LOOK AT HER TAKING BOTH!” Rio shouts, gripping your hips hard.

Agatha moans loudly, eyes fluttering shut. “My God, our girl’s so fucking tight,” she whispers, starting a slow, torturous rhythm. “Tell Mommy how good it feels. Tell me.” Her voice is sly, coaxing a needy, drawn-out whine from you.

Your tongue surrenders the space in your mouth, proving what an obedient bitch-in-heat you are.

“Yes, Mommy! Yes! Fuck—so good!” You sob, eyes rolling as both straps hit your sweet spots in sync.

Rio, of course, has no patience for gentleness. She pounds hard and fast, each thrust driving Agatha’s purple strap deeper into your G-spot.

“That’s it, my love! Wreck her ass while I ruin that pretty cunt!” Agatha moans, digging her nails into your thighs. “I want her coming on both of us!”

You’re lost in a storm of sensation—the delicious burn of Rio’s black strap splitting your ass, Agatha’s purple strap grinding your deepest spot, their voices snarling filth in your ears.

“Who owns you, huh?” Rio growls, smacking your ass hard, snapping you back to awareness. “Who’s your queen? Your goddess?” She speeds up.

“YOU!” you scream, clawing the sheets. “You, Mommies!”

Rio yanks your hair back, forcing your head up. Agatha sinks her teeth into your neck with a satisfied growl.

“Oh, Mommies! It hurts! Fuck! It hurts, but it’s so good!” Your mouth runs wild, your brain erased by their dominance.

You’re a dumb slut.

But you’re their dumb slut.

"That's it, our little slut," Agatha gasped, picking up the pace. "Now fucking cum! Cum on your mommies' cocks!"

There was no resisting.

How could you?

All this time, everything you'd done—every act of obedience—had been the spell controlling your mind. But now, more than ever, you wanted to obey.

Not because of the spell.

Because you belonged to them now. And they belonged to you.

Three hearts.

One curse.

Your body erupted in a violent orgasm, your walls clamping down on their straps as if trying to keep them inside you forever. Rio and Agatha didn’t stop, fucking you through your climax until their own moans grew louder, rougher.

Finally, they pulled out at the same time, leaving you to collapse face-first onto the bed, a mess of fluids dripping from your wrecked holes.

You fell back against Agatha’s body as she gathered your limp, exhausted form, cradling your head against her chest.

"Our good girl," she murmured, pulling you into a clumsy kiss. "You have no idea how much Mommy missed you, darling. Mommy loves you so much..."

There it was.

Her confession.

And the smile she gave you was so bright.

So real.

You would never dare doubt those words.

Then Rio wrapped around you as if you were made of glass. The melancholic artist, so cruel just minutes ago, now looked at you like you were the most precious painting she’d ever created.

She brushed the sweat-damp hair from your forehead with fingers still smudged in dried blood and whispered against your skin:

"My little princess."

You closed your eyes. And for the first time... there was no weight.

No exhaustion.

Just warmth.

And the absurd, almost terrifying sensation of being whole.

Rio rocked you gently while Agatha fetched a damp cloth, cleaning between your thighs with extreme care, wiping away the blood, the mess. You whimpered softly—not in pain, but in comfort.

In devotion.

"You were so good," Agatha whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "So strong."

You wanted to laugh. Or cry. Maybe both.

How could you feel like this after everything? After the pain, the madness, the blood?

Whole.

You felt powerful.

And it wasn’t borrowed, like those times you’d faked control.

This time, it was real.

You had surrendered. You had been claimed. And yet, here, with their hands tending to you... you felt like you’d won.

Rio smoothed warm lavender-scented cream over your marked skin, massaging the tender flesh between your thighs where the night’s intensity still pulsed.

"Sore?" she asked, and you shook your head, pouting.

"Mmm... but I liked it."

She grinned, wide and bright, as if you’d just whispered the sweetest secret in the world.

"You're so brave... It's hard to try new things like this for the first time. Fear can get in the way. But you're special, aren't you?"

The smile she gave you was laced with pride, with a love so deep you nearly forgot how to breathe.

Agatha lay beside you, pulling you both into her arms. Her embrace enveloped you completely—a nest, a sanctuary.

"I knew," she murmured. "From the very first day. That you were a special girl. So smart. So creative. You'll have the world." Mommy promises.

You nestled between them, kissing Rio’s shoulder and gripping Agatha’s hand tight.

Closing your eyes, you surrendered to the heat of their bodies, to the mingled scents of magic, damp earth, and lavender.

Rio kissed your forehead. Agatha tangled her fingers with yours. And you, between them, sighed like someone who had finally come home.

There was no more pain. No more doubt.

Just this.

This twisted love.

This eternal spell.

This prison built from the most perfectly perverse materials—desire, fear, madness... and care.

And you accepted it.

Accepted it like swallowing poison knowing it was the only thing that could ever heal you.

Accepted it because this curse... was the best thing that had ever happened to you.

It was the touch that warmed your skin even on the coldest nights.

Their gaze that stripped you bare only to dress you in something better, something stronger, something truer.

The sense of belonging you’d spent your whole life searching for—and only found here, on your knees at their altar, marked in blood and pleasure.

It was wrong.

It was dangerous.

And yet, it was everything.

It was everything you’d ever wanted.

~*~

Well, in their defense, if you hadn't asked for this... you'd have your holes untouched.... Okay, maybe not 😞

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