Hearts Made of Starlight, Love Made of Sunshine
Paper Rings AU
Ship(s): Claire Debella x Agatha Harkness x Reader
Summary: A lighthearted moment takes a sexual turn. (Because these gay bitches are constantly horny.)
Word Count: 10.4k
Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY minors dni
Warnings (not in strict order): fluff, smut, unrealistic sex (do not try at home), use of general pet-names, use of sexual pet-names (kitten, bunny, dove), mistress kink, daddy kink, mommy kink, bondage, spanking, use if vibrators, use of dildos, oral sex (R receiving), squirting, humiliation/degradation kink, praise kink, begging, collars, subspace, overstimulation (implied), aftercare, mentions of titty sucking
A/N: it should be noted that I'm jumping around the Paper Rings timeline. This happens sometime before the events of Paper Rings takes place.
You smile at the sight of Agatha wordlessly passing the tray of freshly made cookies to Claire, luxuriating in their easy companionship.
“Can I have one?” You call out, knowing you're grinning like a sap.
Agatha frowns.
“No, love. They're too hot. Let them cool first.”
You turn your eyes to Claire.
“Don't even think about it, Debella.” Agatha says preemptively as she shuts off the oven.
Claire pouts.
“You're no fun.”
“No fun?” Agatha sounds offended.
“Yes.” Claire states, lifting her chin proudly. “I said what I said.”
Agatha lunges for Claire's phone too fast for her to be able to stop the witch.
“What are you doing?” She demands.
Agatha gives you both a shit eating grin, before changing the lofi music that had been playing softly in the background on the speakers to an entirely ridiculous instrumental piece you don't recognize, but Claire clearly does as her eyes widen in recognition.
Before you could ask why the song could possibly qualify for such a reaction, Agatha breaks down into the stupidest dance you've ever seen.
“Why, Agatha.” Claire moans, bringing her hands up so she could bury her face into them.
You, on the other hand, are startled into howling laughter.
“What the fuck?” You giggle. “Agatha, what the hell?”
“See? I can be fun.” Is all she says.
“Oh my god.” Claire mumbles.
“Join me, Claire!”
“Absolutely not.” Claire drops her hands to glare at Agatha, who's now whirling around the island.
Agatha shrugs.
“Fine, feel left out.”
She tugs on your hands and you follow her, laughing.
Claire looks on in horror.
“There's two of you now.”
You tip your head back and feel the joy of the moment bubbling through you.
“Sure is!”
“Oh god.” Claire groans. “Why?”
“Here, here, here.” Agatha says, stopping in front of the vampire. “You have to show them.”
Claire glares. “No.”
“Yes!”
“No.”
Agatha turns to you.
“Give her the eyes.”
Claire's mouth drops in outrage.
“That's playing dirty!” She protests.
It's not enough to save her from your incredibly well honed puppy eyes.
“Fine!” She gives in. “Just- just stop looking at me all sad and pathetic.”
Immediately you smooth your face out into a happy grin, watching with anticipation as she slides from her seat to stand.
“You owe me.” She says, aiming it at Agatha.
Agatha, who must've picked Claire's phone back up while you were busy committing war crimes against your mate, changes the song to something just as ridiculous.
You burst out laughing, unable to contain your howls of delight as Claire breaks down into a clearly long since choreographed dance with Agatha.
“Oh my god.” You say breathlessly.
Claire's expression just makes the whole thing far funnier than it had any right to be, as she followed Agatha's steps in making utter fools of themselves.
“Oh my god.” You repeat.
“I'll be your god in one moment.” Claire mutters, disgruntled. “And I won't be kind.”
“Someone's grumpy.” Agatha laughs.
Claire stops dancing.
“You know what, Harkness? This goes both ways.”
Agatha frowns.
“What possibly is there th- No. Claire, no.”
But it's too late, because Claire has shut off the music and has grabbed Agatha's waist into her hold.
“Come on… I thought you were fun.” She challenges.
Agatha narrows her eyes.
“Fine.” She accepts.
And to your utter amazement, Agatha allows Claire to lift her up, up, up, suddenly making you extremely glad for the excessively high ceiling.
“Just do it, coward.” Agatha says after a few moments, Claire's arms flexed, showing off her usually hidden muscle.
You shriek when Claire then tosses Agatha, hard enough she nearly grazes the ceiling.
Claire grins, and catches the witch with ease.
“Alright, let me down, you've proven your poOOOOINT- CLAIRE DEBELLA!”
Claire laughs, a sound that's lighthearted and filled with easy joy, as she catches Agatha again.
“Alright, if you insist.”
She gently sets Agatha down, who immediately crosses her arms.
“That.” She says. “Was mean.”
“No.” Claire corrects. “That was fun.”
“It was entertaining, is what that was.” You giggle.
Agatha turns to you.
“Fine then, if you thought that was so entertaining it can be your turn.”
Immediately you stop laughing.
“Uh… No, thanks.” You defer. “I don't like heights.”
“Don't tell me you're a coward.” Agatha taunts.
“That's exactly what I am.” You quickly nod.
“I don't know…” Claire hums, tapping her chin, grinning cheekily. “You did dance with Agatha, it's only fair you do something with me.”
You look between the two older women, darting your eyes back and forth, hoping to find mercy with one of them.
When you don't find any, you sigh.
��I swear, if I get hurt…” You threaten.
“No one's getting hurt.” Claire says in what you're sure she believes to be a reassuring voice.
“Uhuh.” You sarcastically agree.
Agatha only smiles as she hops onto one of the kitchen bar stools as she watches Claire firmly grasp your hips.
You clutch onto her shoulders.
“I really don't like heights. Or being picked up. Or-”
“You'll be fine.” Agatha calls out. “Claire could do this with a fucking kangaroo.”
You turn your head to stare at the witch.
“That's an oddly specific animal.”
“It was a dare.” Claire defends herself.
You look at her in shock.
“I'm sorry, you actually did this with a kangaroo?”
“Mhm.”
And that's right when she tosses you, as you're distracted.
You hardly have anytime to scream before you've landed safely, and oddly not roughly, back into her arms.
“Fucking hell.” You glare. “Warn me.”
“Fine.” Claire shrugs. “Warning.”
“Wha- Claire, noOOOOOOCLAIRE!”
Agatha howls with laughter as you wiggle enough in Claire's grasp that you fall to the floor.
“That was mean.” You whine.
“Oh, but it was entertaining when she did it to me?” Agatha teases.
You pout at her.
“Awww, baby.” She coos.
“Don't call me a pet name, you traitor.” You grumble.
“She was insulting you, doll.” Claire says, reaching a hand down to tousle your hair.
You glare up at her.
“You owe me for that.”
“Oh?” Claire raises an eyebrow. “And what is it that I owe?”
You pretend to consider it before answering.
“Kisses. I want kisses.” You declare.
“Do I owe you kisses as well?” Agatha asks.
You tilt your head in her direction.
“As a matter of fact, yes, you do.”
Claire and Agatha grin at each other.
“Well alright.” The vampire practically purrs. “Where exactly do we owe you these kisses, though?”
You stare up into her blue, blue eyes, and shiver at the golden tone they're taking on.
“Oh.” Your lips part gently.
Agatha laughs again, but more softly this time.
“You should know better than to ask our precious one to do any thinking, Claire.”
Claire turns and looks at Agatha.
Agatha shifts uncomfortably.
“What?” She asks.
“I think you know.” Claire says.
Agatha shifts some more.
Claire steps around you to get closer to Agatha.
“Don't ruin this by being a brat, bunny.” She chides.
Agatha swallows.
You watch with growing arousal as she apologizes.
“Sorry, daddy.” Agatha whispers, her cheeks turning red.
Claire considers her.
“Sorry for what, doll?” She presses. “Look at me when you're talking.”
Agatha meets Claire's eyes, which have now solidly turned into a golden shade.
“I'm sorry for calling you by the wrong name, daddy.” Embarrassment colors her tone. “Little bunnies should know better than to disrespect their daddies.”
“That's right.” Claire coos. “They should.”
“Mistress.” You whine as you watch Claire kiss Agatha hungrily.
“Aw, kitten.” Claire pouts as she pulls away from the other woman. “Did you want your kisses now?”
You nod your head eagerly as you shift from sitting to kneeling.
“Please, mistress. I want you and mommy to make me feel good.”
Claire looks at you fondly, though it does nothing to mask the utter lust in her eyes.
“You're always so good for me, princess. Nothing like my silly bunny.”
“Mommy's good. Sometimes.” You defend.
You feel a wave of affection pulse through you, and you shift your gaze from Claire's eyes to Agatha's.
“Mistress does have a point, sweetheart.” Agatha says condescendingly, a smug look crossing her face. “I enjoy making her life difficult.”
Your eyes widen at the casual admittance.
“Oh, do you, now?” Claire's voice has dropped into her lower register, the sound alone makes you shiver with need.
Agatha, still seated comfortably on the bar stool, juts her chin out proudly.
“You like it when I misbehave.” She smirks. “You like it even more when I make you kneel for me.”
You go still, hardly daring to breathe.
In all the time you've spent together with the two other women, not once has Claire submitted to Agatha.
At least, not that you're aware of.
When Claire makes a threatening step towards Agatha, you shout, “no!” Surprising yourself. It isn't often you put your foot down like this. But you know that look Claire and Agatha are giving each other, the one that says they'll fight for dominance while forcing you to wait. And you don't want to wait. “This is supposed to be about me!”
Two pairs of eyes swing towards you as you stand.
“You agreed you owed me.” You cross your arms as you stand. “And I no longer want the kisses.”
Agatha's brow furrows, as Claire's climbs.
“I didn't realize you had claws, kitten.” Claire comments.
You huff.
“What, did you think I was always the one submitting to Agatha?”
Claire tilts her head as Agatha's cheeks turn red again.
“I never considered it.” The vampire admits. “I thought you were a sub.”
You shrug.
“Sometimes I enjoy dominating.”
Agatha scoffs as she stands.
“You mean rarely. I can count on both hands the amount of times I submitted to you.”
“And I'm sure you'll remember that every single one of them had you begging for me to do it more often, bunny.” You challenge.
Agatha looks away from the impromptu staring contest.
“Hm.” Claire hums. “I'm intrigued.”
Agatha turns to glare at her.
“Oh, so are you going to make me kneel for them, then?”
You laugh.
“I don't need daddy's help with that.”
You reach out mentally, and give the bond a sharp tug, and Agatha stumbles forward.
She scowls and tugs back.
You smile, not moving an inch.
“Aw, would you look at that.” You coo. “You really want this.”
“I do not!” Agatha protests, but she's betrayed by the arousal you can vaguely feel from the bond, throbbing through her.
“Then prove it.” You dare her. “Make me kneel instead.”
She growls, and tugs at the bond again.
You merely tilt your head in Claire's direction.
“Why don't you show her how good little ones behave, mistress?” You ask.
An invitation, not a demand.
Claire glances between you and Agatha, before letting a slow smile spread across her face, elegantly dropping to her knees.
“There's a good girl.” You praise, stepping towards the vampire. You reach your hand down and rest it against her cheek. “Are you going to continue to be good for your kitten tonight?”
Claire turns her head and kisses the palm of your hand.
“Just for tonight. Don't expect me to do this again.” Claire warns.
You nod.
“I wouldn't dream of it.”
You step away, and smile at Agatha.
“Since you insist on being a brat, I'll treat you like one.”
She rolls her eyes. “Please.”
You lean in to whisper into her ear.
“If you insist.”
You suppress a grin at how you can tell Agatha's body shivers.
“Claire, darling, would you like to tie our misbehaving bunny up for me?”
Again, an invitation.
But this time, with more risk.
She considers you.
“Tonight only.” She stresses.
You nod in acknowledgement. “Thank you, mistress.”
She stands, and glares at Agatha.
“Kneel.”
You shiver at her tone, and have to resist the urge to follow Agatha onto your knees.
Technically Claire enthralling Agatha would be considered cheating if she didn't enjoy being held under it so much.
“Safe word if you really don't want this.” The older woman mummers.
When Agatha says nothing, she nods at you.
“Be a good pet, and crawl to the bedroom, bunny.” You order.
Agatha looks up at you, pupils blown wide with want, and it sends a throb of arousal straight to your aching pussy.
“Go on.” You encourage.
Agatha starts hesitantly until Claire smacks her ass, and that gets her moving.
“God, that ass.” You comment quietly to Claire, watching Agatha head toward the main bedroom.
“Why do you think I enjoy fucking it so much?” It's a rhetorical question, and you exchange a smile with her.
“Be a good pet for me, too, mistress.” You say.
Claire presses a light kiss to your cheek, before obeying instructions, wiggling her own ass in a clear invitation.
You laugh softly as you smack it, and you're fairly certain Claire bites back a moan, clearly not having expected you to know to do it firmly.
You follow, leaning against the doorframe as you watch Claire gather the materials she wants to use to tie Agatha up with.
“Tie her to the chair.” You call to her. “If she wants to be a brat, she can watch as you pleasure me with a vibe stuffed inside that greedy cunt of hers.”
Agatha whines from where she's kneeling at the foot of the bed.
Claire pauses before blinking at you.
“What?” You raise an eyebrow. “I've had my fair share of punishments. I know what they should look like.”
“I wouldn't have pegged you for a hard dom.” She comments.
You grin. “I can contain multitudes. Unless you rather I treat you roughly? Hm? Do you want that from me tonight, Claire? Do you want your perfect little angel to ruin you?”
Claire looks dumbstruck.
You laugh.
“Be good, and finish tying up our brat.”
Claire swallows.
“Yes, ma'am.” She obeys.
Your whole body feels suddenly alight. You never thought you could be so turned on from a simple title.
You watch, distracted from where you had started looking through one of the toy drawers you keep, as Claire directs Agatha to give you both a show as she undresses.
“Tease her tits.” You find yourself saying when Agatha's bra comes off, revealing her ample chest. “I want to see them all bruised and prettied up for me.”
The moan that leaves the witch's mouth as Claire's finds its place against Agatha's flesh is obscene.
“Is this why you were being such a fucking brat?” You wonder. “Did you just need someone to touch you?”
“Yes!” Agatha cries out as Claire bites down. “I need it!”
You roll your eyes.
“Pathetic.” You degrade. “I didn't realize you were such an attention whore.”
You wait a few more moments, waiting for Claire to switch sides, and just before she can enclose her mouth around the nipple that has yet to be lavished with her tender ministrations, you command her.
“Stop.”
Instantly, the vampire freezes, as Agatha lets out a string of protests.
“Good girl.” You praise Claire, who visibly preens at the two words.
“And you.” You snap in Agatha's direction. “Do I need to gag you in addition to having your daddy tie you up?”
Her eyes widen, and she quickly shakes her head.
“Then shut up.” You order coldly.
Claire groans at your tone, and it causes you to turn from Agatha in order to study her face, before you break out in laughter.
“Aw, mistress.” You tease. “I didn't realize you enjoyed being so subservient.”
Her mouth opens, and you can clearly tell she's about to deny your words, when you swiftly shove your fingers down her throat.
“I wouldn't ruin being such a well behaved pet for myself, if I were you.” You softly warn.
Claire's gagging, and you let her continue for a few seconds longer before removing your now wet fingers, wiping them dry against her face.
A small whine emits from the back of her throat.
“Tie her up.”
As Claire scrambles to obey, you find the vibrator you want to stuff Agatha's already dripping hole with, carefully lubing it up.
You can feel your pussy pulsing, can feel how wildly turned on you are.
You can also feel, albeit more distantly than your own, Agatha's arousal, how it courses through her as if it were some sort of holy fire cleansing her.
“Undress and wait for me on the bed.” You tell Claire, once she finishes doing as you asked.
You focus on Agatha, not worried about the other woman.
“Now, bunny.” You say sweetly. “How do we ask to be punished?”
When she bows her head to allow her hair to curtain in front of her face, you make a disproving sound.
“Ah, ah, ah. Look at me, mommy.” You grip her chin and jerk her head up so that her eyes meet your own, before dropping your hold so she can speak.
Agatha's jaw works, clenching and unclenching.
“If you can't answer me, I won't be nice.” You warn. “You want to cum tonight, don't you?”
Agatha stares at you in horror.
“You wouldn't.” She rasps out, arousal clear in her voice.
You frown slightly, before smacking her across the face.
“Try again.”
She blinks the tears in her eyes away.
“Please punish me, ma'am.” She pleads. “I need to be put in my place.”
You hear a moan from behind you, and you quickly take a glance to find Claire spread out on the bed, fingers lightly dancing across her body, but not touching anything vital without your permission.
You refocus on Agatha.
“What happens to brats that cum without permission?” You demand.
The witch bites her lip, thinking, before responding.
“Edging.” She decides on.
“Wrong.” You softly say. “They get overstimulated until they have tears streaming down their pretty cheeks and their pussies are all puffy and swollen.”
Her moan is music to your ears.
“Now stay still, mommy.” You order her. “Your little one is going to put this in you.”
Agatha breathes sharply inward as you slowly start pushing the vibrator in, watching with fascination as her greedy hole swallows the rounded parts.
“You can turn it on.” You call out to Claire, not taking your eyes off the little bit you can still see poking out from where Agatha is now stretched around the vibe.
As soon as Claire turns it on, Agatha gasps, crying out as her eyes screw shut.
“Remember.” You whisper in her ear. “You are not allowed to cum until I say so.”
You then turn and walk towards Claire, ignoring the writhing witch behind you.
“I think someone deserves a reward for being such a good role model.” You comment as you crawl to hover over Claire. “But first, how would you like to get me out of these clothes, hm?”
Her eyes flash, and you barely have time to register it before you've been flipped over and your clothes are being ripped from your body.
“Claire.”
You aren't certain if it's a reprimand or if it's encouragement, but your mate certainly takes it as the latter, using her teeth to tear your panties off of you, as her hands do the same with your bra, and you can't help the moan that finds its way out of your mouth.
“Let me make you feel good.” She growls, nuzzling at your neck, having made her way back up. “Reward me by letting me eat you out until you can't do anything other than scream.”
You reach a hand and tangle it into her hair, tugging at it until she removes her face from where it's buried in your neck to right above yours.
“Are you certain that's what you want? I can't promise that you'll cum tonight if that's what you wish for your reward to be.” You say, searching her eyes.
They're no longer solidly gold, nor are they wholly blue, but are somewhere in between, and makes you throb with need.
“Yes.” Claire begs. “Please, ma'am. Let mistress make you feel good.”
And oh, if that doesn't fill you with lust, if it doesn't make you feel utterly alight, nothing does.
“Go on then.” You breathe out.
Claire's grin is feral, and she kisses you hard.
“Thank you, ma'am.” She's careful to say as she pulls away.
You guide her head down, down, down, while fully opening up your bond with Agatha, allowing her to feel Claire's hot breath against your core as if it were on her own, and she loudly moans as the chair rocks from her attempting to buck her hips.
You can feel how the vibrator deep inside her is causing her to gush around it, can feel how sweat beads her skin, and you would laugh at how helpless she is if Claire didn't pick that moment to short circuit you by burying her tongue deep into your already soaking wet cunt.
“Oh fuck, Claire!” You shout, arching your back, yanking harshly at her hair.
She moans, and the vibrations make you feel lit aflame.
“Ma'am!” You hear Agatha cry out. “I'm gonna cum!”
You can hardly think, but you still manage to snap out, “don’t you fucking dare, you fucking slut.”
“Please!” Agatha begs. “Please, I can't- I can't help it!”
“If you fucking cum without my fucking permission I'll turn you over my lap an- FUCK!” You cut yourself off as Claire sucks your clit into her mouth. “Fuck! Yes, just like tha- SHIT! You're going to make me cum, make your kitten fucking c-cum! I- Oh, oh! FUCK, mistress, don't stop, don't stop, don't fucking- YES! Right there! Right there! You're gonna make me cum I'm gonna fucking cum, I- O-Oh, f-fuck! Fu-fu-fuck! Oh fu- CLAIRE!” You scream your orgasm out, riding your high as you clench around nothing, Claire's tongue occupied by flicking your clit, over and over and over again.
You don't think you've ever peaked faster, and you ride out the waves of pleasure crashing down on you, grinding your hips against Claire.
There's ringing in your ears, but isn't it enough to cover Agatha's own cries of pleasure, and you can feel anticipation coursing through you.
You give yourself a few moments, violently jerking Claire away from your now sopping wet core, where she had started to lick at you again, clearly determined to make you cum a second time.
She whines, and you grip her hair tighter.
“The brat fucking came.” You hiss out breathlessly.
Your hand is jerked backwards as Claire snaps her head up to stare at Agatha, and she growls low in her throat.
Your eyes are still closed, but they don't need to be open for a few more moments yet.
“Untie her. Don't stop the vibrator. Let her stumble her way to me. Get out one of the paddles. And then be good and lick her mess clean.”
You release your hold on Claire's hair, and she moves so quickly she creates a small rush of cool air.
Agatha begs as Claire does as you instructed, hoping for mercy, but doesn't get a response from either of you.
You feel the bed dip and open your eyes, scooting backwards so you're sitting up against the headboard.
Agatha's flushed red, from her ears all the way down to her chest, which has started to show the bruises Claire had inflicted on her earlier.
“Over my lap, bunny.” You command her.
Her legs tremble as the vibrator continues to overstimulate her, making her collapse a few times on the soft surface of the blankets before picking herself back up and continuing to make her way towards you.
Agatha is only half way to you when Claire passes you one of the smaller paddles.
You raise a single eyebrow.
“You really want her to hurt, don't you?”
“She enjoys it.” The vampire shrugs.
You tilt your head, eyes still on Agatha.
“I'll bet. I'll also bet you're hoping I'll let you fuck yourself, aren't you?”
You don't need to see Claire's face to know it's colored slightly.
Agatha finally reaches you, situating herself so that her ass rests comfortably across your lap as she spreads her body out.
Her thighs glisten, and you run two fingers through it, feeling the wetness.
“Since you want to stuff that pretty pussy of yours so badly, you can warm a dildo on the floor.”
Claire lets out a noise of protest.
“Ma'am, please. I was so good for you.”
Now you do turn to look at her, Agatha wiggling slightly as you absentmindedly tease her smallest hole with the fingers coated in her essence.
“You were.” You pause, watching as Claire's face falls, as she realizes you're not going to give in. “And now you're ruining it.”
A thrill runs through you as this powerful woman bows her head in submission to you.
“I'm sorry, ma'am. I'll be good.”
You hum in approval while suddenly giving Agatha a sharp smack across her ass when she whined.
“Quiet, brat.” You snap.
There's a faint whimper, but she does keep silent.
“Get out the red and black one.” You tell Claire. “If you can prove you can continue to be good after our bunny takes her punishment, I'll have her fuck you with it.”
“Thank you, ma'am.” She's eager, and you laugh a little at it.
Really, you should take control more often, you muse. You forget how much you enjoy it.
You turn your attention back to the witch that's draped over your lap, grasping at the paddle that rests besides you.
“Don't think you're not going to be overstimulated tonight.” You warn her.
You don't get a response, and you realize Agatha's trying to be good.
You smirk, and hear Claire groan, having situated herself kneeling on the floor with her hole stuffed full with one of the largest dildos the three of you own.
“There's my good girls.” You coo. “See, it isn't so hard to listen.”
That's when you bring the paddle down on Agatha, who yelps at the sudden sting.
“How many was that, mommy?” You ask condescendingly.
“One.” She whispers.
“Keep count, then. Otherwise I might have to start over. We'll go to ten, alright, little one?”
You can't help the term of endearment as it slips off your tongue, can't help the shared love and adoration that you and Agatha hold for each other from rolling through the bond.
It makes her moan, and you don't chide her for it, only swinging the paddle again.
“Two.” Already her voice holds more arousal than pain, and Claire groans again as you feel your breath catch.
“Ma'am.” Claire stops you from hitting Agatha again. “Ma'am, spank her pussy.”
You slowly turn your head, well adjusted now to the feeling of power you hold over your partner that you'd never have dreamed would be so submissive to you.
“Was that an order?” You ask, careful to be neutral.
Immediately, her eyes widen.
“No. No. I'm sorry, ma'am. Please spank her pussy, ma'am.”
You nod in satisfaction, before doing exactly as she asked.
Agatha's moan is filthy, and you watch in awe as a gush of her essence drips out from her weeping cunt.
“Th-th-three.” She stutters.
You spank her pussy again, and she practically screams, and you realize that she's cumming.
“You dirty fucking slut.” You laugh disbelievingly.
“I told you, ma'am.” Claire says, sounding breathless. “She’s such a cute whore when her pussy gets spanked.”
“You know, dove.” You casually comment. “I haven't heard her count yet. I think I've lost my place. Would you like to correct her?”
Claire looks so eager, and it makes you throb.
“Yes, please.”
You smile at the vampire as Agatha continues to rut against you, evidently still riding out the last of her orgasm.
“Hm…” You hum. “I'll let. As long as you put on a pretty show for me first.”
The effect of your words are instantaneous, and Claire immediately starts bouncing on the synthetic cock that's buried deep in her pussy, her moans echoing around the room.
You tap Agatha right where her spine dips into the swell of her ass.
“Watch.” You whisper, and she obediently picks up her head from where it was resting on the bed, moaning far more softly than Claire at the sight of her mate pleasuring herself.
“Oh, fuck.” The vampire groans, throwing her head back. “Fuck. Kitten.”
You let out a groan of your own at the sound of Claire begging for you.
“Touch yourself.”
It's hardly louder than a breath, but Claire hears it all the same, her enhanced hearing a gift, and her hand wanders down so she can circle at her clit.
It's awkward, until the older woman clearly decides it'll be easier to lay back, using a hand to force the dildo off from where it had been suctioned to the hardwood floors, spreading her legs so that you can perfectly see the speed at which she brutally fucks herself.
Agatha whines, and you gently reach a hand out to stroke at her hair.
“I know, she is so pretty being a good little slut for me, isn't she, mommy? You like watching daddy make herself cum, don't you?”
The witch whines again, and you gently tug at a strand of hair.
“Maybe she'll cum faster if you encourage her to.”
All you get is a moan in return, and you have to laugh.
“Oh, little one, has my pretty baby’s brain gone so dumb she can't even talk?”
Agatha whimpers, just as Claire's moan goes high pitched before cutting off, making you groan with lust as you watch as she cums hard around the dildo she has buried deep into herself.
Idly, you use your unoccupied hand to grab a handful of Agatha's ass and squeeze.
She makes an odd sound in the back of her throat and wiggles.
“Hush.” You chide. “Only good bunnies get to speak.”
Agatha makes the sound again as Claire gently pulls the fake dick out of herself, giving you a view of how she gapes, clenching around nothing.
“Daddy!” The witch in your lap gasps. “Daddy!”
Lazily, Claire sits up, and gives a grin that seems a little loopy.
Clearly, it had been one of her more powerful orgasms.
“Brat.” Claire laughs, even as she pants, trying to catch her breath. “You just can't help yourself, even all stupid and dumb for our kitten.”
You can't properly see Agatha's face, but you can easily picture how the humiliation causes her face to flush a darker shade of red.
“Come here, mistress.” You say. “I'll bet she's just desperate for you to spank her pretty little cunt all black and blue.”
The vampire stands on shaky legs.
“I want to put a collar on her first.”
You meet Claire's gaze, note how they shimmer between shades of blue and gold, before you concede.
“Please, collar me too, mistress.” You beg, and you swear you could see how her pupils blow up to twice their previous size.
“Alright, kitten.”
But she doesn't head to the closet, where you keep the big box of the collars you bulk order. Instead, she walks over to the bed, where you and Agatha await her.
She leans down and kisses you hard, and you moan into it, opening your mouth to give her access, to allow her to lick into you, and she practically fucks your mouth with her tongue.
When she pulls away, you feel lightheaded.
“You did such a good job, princess.” She whispers. “So I'll let you continue to tell me what's going to happen, as long as you understand that it won't be this way for the whole night.”
Your eyes are wide, almost comically so as you nod your head.
“Thank you, mistress.”
Claire smirks.
“Well, I do owe you, don't I? Besides, you've earned it.”
You beam happily up at her, warmth flooding you.
That's when Agatha decides she's had enough of being ignored, huffing loudly.
“Not fair.” She complains.
You and Claire share a look, before she slips off for the closet.
“You know what's not fair, brat?” You ask. “You being such a fucking attention slut. You need to learn that not everything is about you.”
Heaven help you, you can tell she's pouting.
You don't even need the bond to tell you that.
“You're going to take your punishment like a good girl, and not like the bad bunny you've been.” You state. “You're going to let daddy spank you until she feels you've learned your lesson, and then your kitten is going to overstimulate you until you're begging her to let you stop cumming.” You yank Agatha's head up by her hair, making her look straight at Claire, who's dangling two disposable collars from her fingertips. “And you know what we're going to do as you beg? We're going to ignore you. Daddy is going to make me feel so, so good, because that's what I've been for her. A good girl. While you, the bad brat, will only get to feel the vibrator that I stuffed inside your pathetic little hole. And then only after mistress makes me pass out will she maybe take the strap and fuck your mouth with it, since you can't seem to keep yourself quiet without any help.”
Claire's throaty laugh causes you to look back up at her, having focused on talking down at Agatha.
“You're adorable, doll.” She says. “Such big talk for someone who's usually so quick to kneel.”
“I have to take my chances where I can get them then, don't I?”
Claire hums in agreement.
“Let go of her.” She orders.
You detangle your fingers from Agatha's hair, and the witch's head drops, before Claire lifts it up with a single finger.
“Keep it still.”
You brush the curtain of soft curls aside, allowing Claire easy access to Agatha's neck as she tightens the collar.
“That okay, mommy?” You ask softly.
“Feels good.” Agatha agrees, and your head is suddenly spinning with the rush of emptiness that she shares with you through the bond.
You hardly register Claire manipulating your own body so that she can collar you, just that it furthers the subspace you were abruptly thrown into.
The vampire presses a soft kiss to the top of your head.
“You can't stay in charge and tell me what our bunny gets if you can't think, princess.” Her voice is also soft, and you blink, lazily making eye contact with her.
She smiles, and her eyes pull you in.
“Wake up.” Her words are smothered in the honey of enthrallment, and just as swiftly as Agatha pulled you into subspace, Claire snaps you out of it.
You whine at its loss.
“Aw, but I did make you a promise, kitten.” Claire fake pouts.
You half heartedly glare at her.
“Maybe I should make you wear a collar too.”
Something in Claire stills, even as her breath audibly quickens.
“Oh, dove.” You coo. “Did you want to feel owned?”
Instantly Claire shakes her head, a brief flash of panic crosses her face.
“Nobody owns me. Nobody.”
Agatha shifts from her position on your lap.
“She doesn't like the concept of being owned.” Comes her rough voice. “Like I don't enjoy things on my wrists.”
You feel your heart drop to your stomach.
If Agatha phrased it like that, it means it's tied to something traumatic, something big if it was enough to pierce through the subspace she's in and allow her to find words that aren't monosyllabic to speak with.
“I'm so sorry, Claire.” You immediately feel horrified, guilty. “I didn't- I hadn't known.”
The older woman shakes her head again.
“It's- Well it's not okay but it's- it's fine because you didn't know. I know you didn't. Just.” She fidgets with her fingers. “There’s a reason why I hardly ever…”
“Off.” You quietly tell Agatha, who immediately sits up and wiggles some space between the two of you, patting the empty part of the bed.
Claire climbs on, and you somehow manage to remember the vibe still going in Agatha, and reach for the remote to shut it off.
The witch can't help her moan of relief, immediately moving to pull it out the second it's turned off, and it makes Claire give her a small smile as the both of you curl into her sides.
“Sorry to ruin the mood.” She whispers.
“Don't be.” You assure her. “We have forever to continue. The most important thing is everyone's comfortability.”
Agatha hums in agreement, and you smile as her head finds Claire's lap.
Clearly, the raven haired woman has slipped back into her relatively nonverbal headspace.
Claire pulls you closer to her, and you find your own head resting comfortably tucked against her.
“We'll continue in a little bit. I just need a few moments.” The vampire says.
“We don't have to.” You tell her.
“I know. I want to.” She assures you, one of her hands finding a place in your hair, toying with it.
You sigh in contentment as you feel your guilt lift. Claire wouldn't want you so close if she was upset with you.
You shut your eyes, wanting to enjoy the calm.
“Don't fall asleep on me, you two.” Claire sounds amused, and it further assuages your bad feelings.
“We'll try. But you're very cozy, Claire bear.” You mummer, eyes still closed.
“You'll try, you mean.” Claire still sounds amused. “Agatha's fallen right asleep.”
You laugh softly.
“Of course she did.”
“She's so cute like this.” The vampire’s tone suddenly shifts to something sadder. “Sometimes I wish she felt the way she looks when she sleeps.”
Your eyes pop open and you angle yourself so you're able to look at Claire.
“What do you mean?”
The other woman shakes her head.
“Nevermind.”
“Claire…”
She sighs.
“I just don't think she ever feels peaceful.” Claire quietly admits. “I don't think she ever…” She shakes her head again. “I'm psychoanalyzing Agatha to avoid thinking about my own problems.”
She gives you a wry grin.
“I probably shouldn't do that.”
You shrug.
“I’m probably just projecting.” Claire runs her free hand through her hair.
“Perhaps.” You close your eyes again. “But I do think you're right. I don't get the sense…” You hesitate, before pushing forward. “I don't think she's at peace with herself.”
“Are any of us?”
The question hovers in the air, an admittance, one that carries a heavy weight.
One you can't answer, not honestly.
“Maybe sleep is a good idea.” You purposefully yawn, deflecting.
Claire's arm loosens around you for a brief moment before tightening again.
“Maybe you're right.” She agrees.
And for a long time after, it's silent except for the soft sounds of gentle breathing, and you float untethered in comforting darkness.
And then suddenly you hear Claire and Agatha furiously whispering back and forth, Agatha sounding increasingly upset, while Claire sounds on the verge of tears.
“I said I don't want to talk about it.”
“Oh, but you want to cry about it?”
“Fuck off, Agatha.”
“No! This is clearly upsetting you more than you want me to know, and that's bothering me! You're always telling me to be honest.”
“That's different.”
“Fucking how, Claire?” And then, more softly, gently, “I'm not doing any of this to hurt you. But you're being so insistent that you're okay, when you're clearly not. And I don't appreciate that you thought I'd be okay with continuing to have sex when you're obviously not in a good headspace to consent to it.”
Claire's quiet.
Agatha is too, and you can feel how her concern fills up the room.
You purposefully stir, making a show of waking up.
You doubt either of your partners buy it, but it allows them to pretend their argument never happened.
“How long was I asleep?” You ask, your throat feeling rough.
“Not for very long.” Claire's voice sounds weak.
You won't embarrass her by looking to see if she's crying.
“Claire says you fell asleep almost as soon as I did, so it's probably been an hour.” Agatha says.
“Oh.”
The silence is stifling now, and you choose to burrow deeper into Claire's side.
The bed shifts a little.
“Where are you going?”
“I'll be right back. I promise.” Agatha assures Claire.
You can hear her bare feet pad across the floor and out of the room.
You break the silence after a few moments. “I'm sorry, you know.”
Claire doesn't answer, just puts her arm back around you and squeezes.
You were wrong before, Claire is upset with you.
She just doesn't want to talk about it.
You can feel tears pricking behind your eyelids.
You will not cry. You will not.
That wouldn't be fair to your mate, to make this about you.
“I remembered the cookies.” Agatha's voice floats across the room. “I figured it might be nice to see how they came out.”
Claire's arm drops as you move to sit up.
Agatha briefly frowns in your direction, but then quickly smiles.
“Cookies!” She insists. “Who can be sad in the face of chocolate?”
Claire makes a strangled sound in the back of her throat while you laugh in disbelief.
And then Agatha takes a cookie off the plate she's holding and throws it at your head.
“Ow! What was that?” You demand.
“You're both too sad.” She replies, nodding to herself. She throws a second cookie at Claire, who just blinks at it as it falls short, landing in her lap instead of against her forehead.
“Agatha…” She sighs.
“Eat the cookies! Go on. I worked so hard on them.”
You and Claire exchange a look that says is she serious?
“This is a really poor attempt to cheer up the mood.” You mutter.
“I don't know, maybe she's trying to make it worse on purpose.”
“I am right here.” Agatha glares at the pair of you. “Now eat.”
“Maybe she just has a fetish.” Claire offers.
You shudder. “Nope. No. That just. No. Ick. Ew.”
Claire flicks your shoulder.
“Some of the things we do used to be considered fetishes. Some of the things you specifically do can still be considered fetishes.”
You immediately know what she's talking about.
“Don't come for my kinks, that's so rude of you.”
“You two are impossible.” Agatha pouts, cutting off whatever Claire was about to say. “I thought you both wanted cookies.”
You glance down at the cookie in your hand, then back up to look at the witch, before throwing it back at her.
Evidently Claire had the same idea, because two flying projectiles smack Agatha, one in the face, and the other on one of her tits.
You and Claire burst out laughing.
“You guys are bullies.” Agatha whines. “I try to be nice and all I get in return is the two of you being mean to me. Well fine then, you don't have to have my cookies.”
Clearly your partner didn't think that through, because at the threat of no cookies, you and Claire immediately launch yourselves at her, flying off of the bed and tackling her to the floor.
“Don't be mean back. Haven't you ever heard of being the bigger person?” Claire asks.
“Yeah, Atha, don't bully your bullies back, that won't end well for you.”
“You just wasted at least a dozen of them.” She points out, voice muffled from her position on the bottom of the impromptu dog pile.
You look at Claire in exaggerated horror.
“Oh, no!” She mocks.
“We’ll have to make another batch!” You join.
“You're so mean.” Agatha reiterates. “What did I ever do to deserve such cruel treatment?”
Without missing a beat, Claire casually replies, “not walking around naked often enough.”
You turn your head as much as you're able in the tangle of limbs to stare at the vampire in shock.
“You're a nudist?” You ask, incredulous.
She has the audacity to blush.
“How have you not figured that out until now?” Agatha wonders.
“I am not.” Claire defends herself. “I just happen to think Agatha should be.”
“Claire!” You giggle, scandalized.
“I also happen to think you should be one too.” She adds on.
Agatha snorts. “You just want us to be easily accessible for you.”
“What, like we aren't already? Did you know I started bulk ordering my favorite clothes because she keeps tearing them off of me? I use her credit cards too. If she can ruin them, she can pay for the damages.”
Claire makes a shocked noise. “You're betraying me! Don't team up against me with Agatha, that's what we're supposed to do against her!”
“That's so smart.” Agatha replies. “I should do that.”
It occurs to you, “...are we her sugar babies?”
Claire gasps in outrage as Agatha yells her deniance.
“Absolutely not! I pay for my own shit!”
“I am not a sugar mommy!”
And suddenly you can't stop laughing, can't stop howling over your partners extreme dislike of the suggestion.
“You're right, you're right.” You soothe between gasps for air. “Agatha's the sugar mommy. You're the sugar daddy.”
You dissolve back into full body laughter, shaking with it as you crack up.
You can't do much as Claire scoops you up and tosses you on the bed, and you can't do much as Agatha joins her in crawling to share space hovering over you.
It does, however, send you into further hysterics, because they just look like two very curious cats examining a new plaything.
Oh.
You sober very quickly.
“Uh… What are you doing..?” You hesitantly ask.
“Well since apparently we're your mommy and daddy.” Claire leans her head down so her mouth is close to your ear. “Don't you think it's our right to make our baby feel good?”
You shiver, and lick your lips.
“I-I thought that-”
“Thought what, kitten?” Agatha silkenly asks. “Don’t you know better then to think? Our little one is far too precious to hurt themselves thinking.”
You swallow as heat suddenly grows in the pit of your stomach.
“It's just… Are we all okay to do this?”
You need to check. You have to.
Claire looks at you fondly.
“Yes, love. I'm okay now. I promise.”
Agatha gives her a long glance, but tilts her head, acquiescing.
You let out a breath.
“Do you want us to make you feel good?” Agatha asks.
You nod your head.
“Please, mommy. I want you and mistress to make your baby scream for you.”
Claire chuckles throatily. “Well, doll, we're certainly happy to. After all, isn't that a mommy and daddy's job?”
You frown up at Claire.
“Do you want me to call you daddy?”
She laughs again.
“Just for right now, princess.”
“Mommy wants to hear you say it.” Agatha whispers in your ear. “Say how much you want daddy to fuck you stupid.”
“Please.” You sound so desperate, even to your own ears. “I want daddy to ruin her precious baby for mommy. Please, please, fuck me dumb.”
“Oh, kitten.” Claire coos. “You sound so pretty when you beg.”
“I wanna feel you.” You whine. “Please, mistress.”
Agatha chuckles low in her throat.
“Let her up, daddy.” She says to Claire. “I can hold her still while you make them scream our names.”
You whine again. “I'll be so good, please.”
“Please, who, little one?” The vampire's eyes never left your own.
“Please, daddy.” You obey. “I want you to touch me.”
At that, Claire shifts, allowing you the space to get up and move, and you crawl into Agatha's lap, turning around in it, so that your back is pressed against her chest.
“Such a good kitten for us.” The raven haired woman praises. “Now spread your legs for daddy. Show her what a slut you are.”
You can feel heat rising to your cheeks as humiliation swirls through you, but you're good and listen.
Claire's eye's burn against where they've latched on to your wet center.
“Oh, kitten.” She breathes out. “You're dripping.”
Agatha's fingers dance their way down your sides, as Claire remains fixated on how you clench around nothing, her nose flaring as she inhales your scent.
“Hold her still, Agatha.”
At those four simple words, the witch's fingers stop what they're doing as she encloses you in her arms, a light buzz of magic washing over your skin, stimulating you, and you can't help the moan that makes its way out of you.
And then suddenly Claire’s mouth is all over you, and you shiver as you feel her fangs graze the skin of your inner thighs.
If her fangs are out that means the night will end with her feeding from you, and the very thought of it is nearly enough to make you cum in the spot as your entire body is overtaken with arousal.
“Fuck, daddy.” Agatha groans behind you as the vampire gently bites and sucks at the soft skin. “You're already making her all empty-headed.”
“Good.” Claire chuckles, and you whimper at how it vibrates against you. “Maybe I can make you both cum without even having to touch you, bunny.”
You hear a thunk, and know that Agatha must have thrown her head back against the headboard at the suggestion.
That's when you feel Claire's tongue start to gently lap at you, and you try to buck your hips closer to the source of the thing bringing you pleasure, but between the vampire's strong hands, and Agatha's magic, you find yourself utterly immobile.
“Mistress.” You whimper.
She sharply slaps your thigh and you cry out, not from the pain, but from the suddenness of it.
Agatha's breath is hot against your ear as she whispers, “you have to call her daddy, angel. You were mean to her, and you don't get to call her mistress until you've proven you can be her good pet again.”
You choke on a sob as Claire briefly sucks your clit into her mouth before going back to licking teasingly at you.
“Daddy!” Your voice hitches.
“Silly slut.” Agatha pants in your ear. “If you can't keep yourself quiet, I'll just have to make you.”
When blackened digits press against your mouth, you readily accept them, allowing Agatha to thrust them in and out, causing you to gag a little around them.
“Fuck.” The witch groans as Claire scraps her teeth gently over your bundle of nerves. “You're such a perfect little whore for mommy and daddy, kitten.”
You whine around the fingers in your mouth, and drool dribbles out from around them.
“You're so messy, too.” Agatha's magic is enough to keep you in your place, and her other hand comes around to lightly press against the front of your throat, reminding you of the collar you're wearing as she causes it to dig a little into your skin. “Such a filthy fucking whore.”
Words are far too difficult to use as Claire's tongue finally, finally buries itself into your gushing hole, and both your partners moan as you scream with pleasure, a wordless, high pitched sound that tapers off into whimpers, clearly heard despite Agatha's fingers occupying your mouth.
Claire's tongue is driving you wild as you attempt to toss your head every which way, unable to move your body properly due to how tightly Claire and Agatha are holding you in place, a constant series of whines emitting from the back of your throat, despite how deep Agatha is shoving her fingers into you.
And then your mate says something right against your core, right as Agatha's mouth latches onto where your neck and shoulder meet, and you're gone, careening over the edge into utter ecstasy.
It's pure bliss, the pleasure that courses through you, so much so that you aren't aware of your own body, just the buzzing in your ears and the sensation of your orgasm ripping through you.
Your high doesn't fade, it only grows, and black spots dance in your vision as you suddenly become aware of just how loudly you're screaming, crying out your lovers names over and over like a holy mantra, and the heat in the pit of your belly fully snaps, and warmth races through you.
And then you feel it splashing against your thighs, dripping down and soaking the sheets below you, and heat rushes up to your cheeks as you realize you've squirted.
You neck aches, but you can't find it in yourself to lift it up from where it's thrown back, your ears ringing, and you blink the black spots out of your vision, though it only blurs, as Claire continues to gently lick at you, making you whimper as jolts of arousal cause your body to jerk around.
Agatha has a tight grip on your sides, and you're sure it'll bruise later, while you slowly start to become aware of how heavily she's panting as the noise in your ears fade.
“Daddy, stop.” You whine. “‘M so sen’ive”
Somehow Agatha's grip on you becomes stronger “Don't, don't fucking stop, I'm so close.” She hisses.
But it's not her body that's being pleasured, it's yours, and you groan as Claire lifts her face up, your wetness covering her.
You whimper at the sight, and you can feel a renewed rush of arousal pulse through you.
“‘S’okay.” You get out. “Want mommy to feel good.”
“Such a sweet kitten.” The vampire coos. “Are you sure?”
You nod as your eyes flutter close.
“Make her cum.” You insist.
Agatha's head buries itself against your neck.
“Thank you, baby.” She whispers against you. “So good for me, so good for your mommy.”
Claire waits, just a for a few more seconds before readjusting herself, laying back down on her stomach so she can continue to eat you out.
Instantly your throw your head back again, and it takes less than a minute for tears of pleasure to start rolling down the sides of your face as you desperately try to withstand this unique torture for as long as possible, wanting to hold off your impending orgasm so that Agatha's can properly build up.
You can feel how her own wetness drips out of her, can feel the warmth of it from how closely she has you pressed against her, and she starts frantically bucking her hips, searching for friction, and in the process rutting herself against your backside.
“Fuck!” You hear her cry out. “I need you in me, daddy!”
Your breath catches in a soundless scream as Claire brutally shoves three fingers into you, still licking at your folds, grazing her teeth against your clit, and you're barely hanging on by a thread, can only just push off cumming when Agatha decides to bite down hard on your shoulder, and you cry out as the thread snaps.
Your own orgasm is only prolonged as you can feel Agatha's racing through her, can feel how her essence gushes out from her, can't help but loving how she marks you so intimately.
Your head spins from the combined high, and you feel so dizzy and light, relaxing into the floating sensation of it.
Vaguely you can note how Agatha has dissipated her magic, can note how her arms are now softly holding you as she breathes heavily into where she buried her face against your hair, can note how Claire is gently scolding the witch for drawing blood.
You'll appreciate the irony of that later.
For now, you just want to stay floating, want to stay in this wonderful sensation of lightness and nothingness.
Unfortunately, Agatha decides to be mean, and you find yourself being gently pushed away from her, and you fall forward, your face being buried into the bed.
You wordlessly whine your discontent.
“Sh… I know, princess.” Claire soothes, her fingers dancing down your back. “Let mommy move out of the way and then you can lay back down.”
You whine again, and Claire's fingers stop in warning.
Barely a few more seconds pass before warm hands guide you up and backwards, and you can't help but moan at the sight that greets you.
“If the next words out of your mouth is to ask if you can suck on my tits, the answer is no.”
You huff, annoyed.
If Claire doesn't want you to suck on her breasts then she shouldn't lean over you like this, teasing you with how they’re directly in your face.
Agatha laughs from where she's sitting, kneeling on the bed a little bit behind Claire.
It's entirely unfair she looks so unaffected from cumming so hard while you can barely get your limbs to obey your instructions.
“They're welcome to suck on mine, daddy.”
You scowl, upset. You don't want Agatha's, you want Claire's.
“You've gotten greedy, little one.” Claire's tone is sharp.
You pout.
“Just wanna feel close to you, daddy.”
“If you're big enough to have found words to use, you're big enough to listen.” The vampire reprimands. “Now wait, like a good girl. Mommy has been very good waiting for daddy to touch her.”
You pout, but settle back against the pillows, watching Agatha shiver as Claire practically pounces on her though your heavy eyelids, exhaustion starting to creep up on you.
Agatha's moan as Claire's mouth meets her neck makes you clench around nothing, arousal unfairly throbbing through you even as you can feel sleep pressing against the edges of your consciousness.
You whine softly, well aware you're on your way to the realm of dreams, but can't help desiring to stay awake and watch what is sure to be Claire turning Agatha into a babbling, desperate slut.
Your small noises are too quiet for either of your partners to hear, even with Claire having enhanced hearing, their own noises drowning anything else out as Claire teases her way down Agatha's body, the vampire leaving bruises and hickies all over the exposed skin.
Your thighs and legs are starting to feel sticky, the wetness that coated them starting to dry, and as uncomfortable as it is, you can't seem to find in yourself to fight your leaden feeling limbs, and you gently allow your eyes to shut.
The sounds of Agatha begging and Claire's muffled moans accompany you as the darkness presses soothingly down behind your eyes, and you can feel any remaining tension drain from you as you fully relax into the pillows.
Safe, your mind whispers. Loved. Protected.
You can't help the small smile that graces your lips, can't help the way you give yourself over to the all encompassing feeling that fills you up and makes you feel warm all over.
And even though the bed rocks, even though your partners are being so, so loud, you find it all soothing, reassuring.
You don't quite fall asleep, laying somewhere between slumber and wakefulness, and the only thing you're fully aware of is the presence of your lovers.
You aren't startled when you feel something wet glide up and down your sticky thighs, and you sigh in contentment as they begin to feel clean.
“Have a good rest, princess?” Claire asks, her voice hoarse. “Agatha's running a bath for all of us, I just wanted to clean you up a bit first.”
Your attempt at a noise of agreement falls short, the breath getting caught in your lungs, your body still too tired to really do much more than lay there and listen.
“We're almost done, do you think if I help you can lay on your front?”
You try to nod your head this time, but all it does is loll to the side, your eyes still closed, heavy with content exhaustion.
Claire chuckles throatily, and somehow you hear yourself whining.
“Come on, doll. I've got you.” She soothes, warm hands guiding you from your current position until you find yourself with your cheek pressed against the bed and cool air making you shiver as the sticky feeling comes back, this time all over your ass.
“I know, baby.” Claire lightly runs the washcloth over your backside. “You'll feel better in just a few seconds. And oh, would you hear that? Agatha's turned off the tap, the bath must be ready.”
You've find enough willpower to make a sound of agreement.
There's silence for a few moments after that, and then Claire's warm hands return, pushing you as carefully as she can onto your back, before scooping you up into her arms.
You merely curl up into her chest, her slow heartbeat soothing as you feel her walking.
“Is she asleep?” Agatha's low voice slightly echoes.
“‘M on’y half.” Your own voice comes out rough, though it's mostly with sleep rather than because it's sore.
Soft lips press against your head as tender fingers card through your hair.
“I love you, angel.” Agatha whispers against your skull.
“I love you, Atha.” You mumble into Claire's chest, where you still have your face buried. “‘An I love you, Claire bear.”
A set of cold hands make you whimper as Claire's warm ones shift you into the icier pair, and as you settle against Agatha's chest, the vampire hums, “and I love you, princess.”
You can feel her body pressing against you, and hear her give Agatha a kiss.
They don't say any words to one another, but you all know what's being said.
Claire moves away, and you hear something splash against the water as Agatha's magic buzzes around you.
“Alright, I'm ready, doll.”
Agatha walks a few paces before you hear her step into the bathtub, and she carefully lowers herself so that she's laying back, presumably against Claire.
When Agatha uses her magic to shift you to lay against her, you sigh, relaxing into her arms that have wrapped themselves around you, and into the warm water.
“Go to sleep, my love.” The witch quietly says. “We have you.”
You want to put up a fight, you want to enjoy the moment, but in truth you know you won't be able to get your eyes open, let alone keeping them that way, and you sigh again.
“I love you.” You repeat.
“We love you, darling.” Claire's voice is louder than Agatha's. “We'll take care of you.”
And as Agatha lays a kiss to your shoulder you fully relax, letting everything fall limp as the calming darkness of sleep claims you.
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