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Agatha was darning one of her socks and Rio was reading a new Jonathan Swift satire Agatha had procured (“bought” would be too loose a term) and bound a few weeks ago when something fell through their roof. There goes their relaxing evening.
Agatha stands immediately to inspect what just got egregiously dumped into her home.
That’s when a figure stands up and then speaks in an all too familiar tone. “Oh, shit. This isn’t my cottage.”
Agatha feels her jaw slacken when she realizes she’s staring at herself. Well, almost herself. This self looks a little more weathered, be it the metaphorical weight on her shoulders or the actual streak of grey highlighted in the front of her hair.
“What in the hell,” Agatha says.
This alternate Agatha dusts off her navy colored trench coat and slacks. She takes a look at Agatha, but a longer one at Rio. “Interesting.”
Rio is sitting motionless, her fingers still mid page turn.
Agatha glares at her wife. “Don’t pop a blood vessel there, love.”
Rio can only clear her throat and put her book down on the table next to the rocking chair she’d been nestled in. She looks to the alternate Agatha. “Are you… from the future? Your energy is a bit off.”
“Not your future,” alternate Agatha presumes. “I don’t remember any of this from your perspective, baby Agatha, and I would if I was… I think. But in terms of general societal advancement… I’m certainly not from this century anymore. Goddess above, you’re gonna love indoor plumbing. And the innovations they make with sex toys…” She waves her hands as if to dissipate the conversation. “I’m getting ahead of myself. Can’t tell you all the secrets of future technology.”
“I am not a baby,” Agatha protests.
“Okay,” her stupid counterpart replies back, but it absolutely sounds like she does not care what Agatha has to say and considers her some form of whippersnapper anyhow.
“How did you get here?” Agatha asks, suspicion laced in her tone.
“I was trying to transport to my own cottage,” the alternate Agatha explains. “But I was recently in a… conundrum. And my magic is being a bit difficult and finicky.”
“Sound familiar,” Agatha quips.
“Hey!” The alternate Agatha crosses her arms. “You’re talking about yourself, you know.”
Agatha snorts and pretentiously says, “I doubt I’d get myself into a situation where my magic would work against me like that. How do I know you’re not some shapeshifter pretending to be me, anyway? Not that I would necessarily blame you.”
The alternate Agatha raises an inquisitive brow. “What do you want me to answer, exactly? Our lives may have not been the exact same. Your mommy gave you that scar on your wrist when you were four, my mommy gave it to me when I was seven. You’ll have to think of something that’s unequivocably provable.”
“What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?” Agatha asks.
The other Agatha clears her throat and then answers with, “You haven’t done it.”
“And how do you know?”
The other Agatha gives a quick glance in Rio’s direction before her voice grows hard and she says, “I simply do. How old are you here, anyway, thirty-five?”
“As if,” Agatha retorts, and then she replies: “One and fifty.”
“Aw,” the alternate Agatha coos, “such a corruptible age.”
Agatha huffs. “Me as the corruptible one? Why don’t you ask Rio who the corruptible one is.”
Both Agathas turn to Rio expectantly, the two pairs of eyes sharp like equally fatal daggers. She’d stood up in the few minutes they’d been bickering, having decided to add some wood to the fire, and now she stands back up.
“Um.” Rio’s voice actually sounds a bit shaky. “I don’t think I want to get between you two…” She clears her throat. “Ladies.”
“I’m your wife,” Agatha gasps, theatrically abhorred, but truly the slightest bit irritated.
“She’s also my wife!” Rio protests. A button mushroom submerges from Rio’s outstretched palm and then bounces innocently the floor, and Rio stares at it, glancing back up at her Agatha with a frown.
The other Agatha snickers, poorly hiding it behind her hand. “That a nervous tic of yours, growing produce?”
Rio blushes. “I panicked!”
“I’m sure she has her own Rio at home.” Agatha pouts. “But you’re my Rio at home.” She then schools her expression and her eyes flick to the alternate Agatha. “You do have your own Rio, correct?”
An unreadable look crosses the alternate Agatha’s face. “I do.”
“Right,” Agatha says, like that’s that. “So you should be following my direction.”
“Wait.” Rio’s brow crinkles. “What are you two fighting about?”
“Nothing,” Agatha snaps right as the other Agatha snickers out a, “Your wife’s naivete.”
“Oh.” Rio blinks, observing the two of them. Even without the gray streak in the other Agatha’s hair that makes it obvious to tell who’s who, their posture would give it away. Agatha is stone, crossed arms and a hitched hip where the alternate Agatha is loose. Rio hums. “I don’t think she’s naive.”
Agatha very maturely sticks her tongue out at her multiverse self, but the other Agatha just laughs. “Honey, that’s like a mouse telling a rabbit he’s not a prey animal.”
“I’ve done plenty of horrible things,” Agatha points out, hands on her hips. “I—”
“Killed your cunt of a mother? Started killing covens and siphoning their magic before running into Little Miss Reaper here?” The other Agatha rolls her eyes. “I did that, too. I think our lives are fairly similar, given what I’ve seen so far. I also had a cottage with my Rio while she worked… a couple hundred years ago, that is. So I’ve just lived longer than you and maybe experienced different obstacles.”
Agatha hears a lilt in her voice that has her questioning, “Have you met other versions of us?”
“One,” the other Agatha admits. “Though she was a human, not a witch. Very much a mad scientist, though, which feels apt.”
“A… scientist?” Agatha’s brows knit together. “Like, someone who studied the sciences? Philosophy and logic?”
“Ugh, I forget you’re currently in the Enlightnment. Wonderful period, but antiquated vocabulary.” The alternate Agatha huffs. “No, she liked building machines to terrorize her local metropolis. I respect that.”
“That does sound like us,” Agatha muses, entertained at the narrative. “Did you talk about her studies with her? Did you share yours?”
“In a way,” the other Agatha smirks. “We certainly used our mouths.”
The pieces click into place for Agatha, and she theatrically gasps, holding her hand to her chest. “Agatha.”
“What?” The other Agatha flips her hair flirtatiously, and she takes off her coat and hangs it on one of the pegs on the wall near the front door. She shimmies a bit, as if to loosen her body up. “You can’t tell me it wasn’t one of— if not the — first thing you thought of when you realized who exactly I was.”
Agatha says nothing, only wets her bottom lip in a subtle admittance.
“What were you thinking of?” Rio’s silly little question breaks the rich silence like a dropped glass.
The other Agatha bites her bottom lip as she glances over to Rio, teasingly twirling a brown-and-gray lock of hair around her finger. “Tell me, precious thing, what would you want to do if you have two versions of your wife in front of you?”
“Question both of you and compare your life narratives,” Rio says decisively.
Agatha sighs and gives her a little hint. “No, love, the other thing.”
Rio’s face turns red the second she gets it. “Oh!” She then touches her cheek, presumably warm on her fingers. “Wow, I am not used to showing my emotions like this. Two of you get the best of me.”
“Oh, who said you get to join?” the other Agatha teases.
Rio looks genuinely worried. “... I do get to be involved, correct?”
“If you’re good,” the other Agatha murmurs. And then she says, louder, “After all, you’re the one who can change a body’s shape if one of us wants a magic phallus.”
At this, Agatha and Rio both grow confused looks. “The what?”
Alternate Agatha raises an eyebrow. “You’ve never conjured a magic phallus?”
Agatha and Rio look at each other, cogs whirring in both of their thoughts as the implications of this multiverse’s admission cracks their thoughts open like a series of runny eggs.
“I guess we hadn’t thought of it yet,” Rio admits. “We’ve been exploring different unconventional avenues at the moment.”
“Knives,” Agatha summarizes. “We’ve been into knives.”
“I also don’t really know the limits of my powers,” Rio explains. “I have this form, and I have my original form, but I try not to mess with it too much.”
“Then let me show you,” the alternate Agatha purrs, crooking her finger at Rio. Death herself feels pulled under a spell as she stops just a few inches away from the alternate Agatha, eyes blown wide in a fearful arousal. The alternate Agatha then commands, “Now unbutton my slacks.”
When Rio obediently starts to push the buttons through their respective holes and loosen the alternate Agatha’s pants, she coos at the entity, “Oh, good boy.” And then Rio squeaks, her face coloring warm. The alternate Agatha gives a short, light cackle. A ha! “My Rio likes that term, too,” she murmurs, and she begins to undo her shirt. When both her shirt and slacks fall carelessly to the floor, she’s left in a simple lace bra and low-rising underwear.
“Oh, wow,” Agatha says, and she nears her alternate self, her thumb brushing across the sheer material of the cup of the deep plum lace encasing the other Agatha’s breast. The gray-streaked Agatha shivers under what’s essentially her own touch. “This is a very nice quality of fabric.”
“Fairly rudimentary in my time,” the other Agatha gasps out. Her hooded eyes turn back to Rio. “Cup my cunt, sweet thing.” When Rio’s palm touches the underside of the other Agatha’s sex, she can already feel a pulsing warmth. “Now I want you to picture a cock. You’ve seen enough of them, I know you can do it.” When she glances at Agatha, whose eyes are wide in curiosity and lust, she adds, “Make it seven inches. A little girthy.”
Rio looks up into the other Agatha’s eyes, hesitant. “Are you sure?”
“You’re a very powerful being,” Agatha says. “I trust your abilities.”
So Rio then closes her eyes and concentrates. The other Agatha hitches her breath as her underwear starts to fill out and then not be enough to keep the growing cock at bay. When she hooks her thumbs into her underwear and pulls it down, she’s at half mast.
“Give yourself one, too,” the alternate Agatha whispers in Rio’s ear. “So you know how it feels.”
The other Agatha takes her bra off as Rio shucks the linen slacks she’d been wearing and starts to do the same motions to herself; soon enough, she gets the same result.
“Wow,” Agatha breathes.
The other Agatha starts to undo the ties of Rio’s linen shirt and mouths kisses full of canine teeth to her neck. Rio whimpers. As the other Agatha leans in to kiss Rio on the lips, she feels her jaw tugged away and meets her own blue eyes, this pair full of fire.
“I don’t think so,” Agatha growls, and then she kisses herself.
Both Agathas refuse to give up control in the heated kiss; this is actually how the cliche of tongues battling for dominance is created. Both women nip with their teeth, shove with their tongue, pull at the other’s hair. The younger, in-universe Agatha is still wearing her simple linen nightgown, and the other Agatha starts to inch her fingers up the skirt of the sleeping clothes, grinning into the kiss when she doesn’t feel any underwear. She’d do the same.
Agatha moans when she feels exploring fingers around her quickly drenched cunt. They don’t fully go in, and she jerks her hips in frustration and bites the other Agatha’s bottom lip harshly. In retaliation, the other Agatha pulls her bush, causing the younger Agatha to yelp. When she feels Rio caress her from the back and a hardened length press against the back of her clothed ass, she starts to grind into it.
Realizing what’s going on, the other Agatha breaks the kiss. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” and then quickly adds, “Manually. Let’s not test my transportation magic at this time.”
The other Agatha leads her way to the bedroom, knowing the exact direction to go. When she turns around, the younger Agatha has magicked herself and her Rio nude. This Agatha is flushed to her nipples and can’t stop staring between the two cocks before her.
“Get on the bed,” the alternate Agatha commands, and while Agatha raises an eyebrow and climbs onto her bed, the alternate Agatha presses a flat palm to Rio’s chest as Rio tries to follow. “Not you, baby.” Agatha calls forth the armchair next to the bookshelf in the bedroom, magically pulling it in so that it sits next to the bed. “You can sit there.”
“What?” Rio’s shoulders straighten in shock. Her dick twitches. “You mean to tell me I’m just supposed to watch?”
“Are you disobeying my order?” The other Agatha gives Rio a stare that could cut and shape glass.
Rio opens her mouth as if to say something, but only air comes out. She sits down naked in the chair.
“And don’t even think about touching yourself,” the other Agatha sneers as she climbs onto the bed. Agatha is standing on her knees and leans back into her older, alternate self, humming when she can feel the hard cock press against her. The other Agatha sinks her teeth into her neck, reaching a hand down to pinch and twist a nipple. Agatha moans.
“Bend down,” the other Agatha murmurs, pressing her hand against the small of Agatha’s back and guiding her to rest on her elbows and knees. Agatha grumbles, but follows the movement, and it causes the other Agatha to chuckle as she uses two fingers to lightly graze Agatha’s outer lower lips. “For once, I’m enjoying how compliant I get when I realize I’m about to get a dick inside of me.”
“Fuck off,” Agatha snaps, but she’s cut off by her own whimpers when the other Agatha slides two fingers in.
“You don’t think I know how this works?” The other Agatha starts to pump her fingers, dragging them slowly and harshly with each push and pull against the spongy wall’s of Agatha’s cunt. “You’ve got two people who know you more than just about anyone else in this room with you right now. You like to tout your peacock feathers in public, but I know the desperate, stupid whore you are behind closed doors.”
“Hey!” Agatha whines, her thighs trembling. “I may be a whore, but I am not stupid.”
“Hmmm.” The other Agatha simply adds another finger to her ministrations, and Agatha groans, her face falling to the pillows in pleasure. The other Agatha tuts, taking her free hand to create a ponytail in Agatha’s hair and tug. “I don’t think so.”
Agatha feels her pussy fluttering as she nears an orgasm, and of course her alternate self recognizes the signs, because she pulls out right as it starts to feel truly good. Agatha fusses, snapping her hips back in hopes to feel some sort of pressure or insertion: anything, really. Instead, the other Agatha leans over and brings her wet fingers to Agatha’s lips, and Agatha lets them slip into her mouth, sucking her own arousal off.
When the other Agatha’s fingers are clean, she takes them out and lines her cock up with Agatha’s clenching, hungry pussy. When Agatha feels the tip swipe through her folds, one, two times, she whines, pushing her hips back. The other Agatha slaps her ass, the smack echoing in the hot air.
The other Agatha then takes her hand from Agatha’s hair and cups her jaw, turning her head at an angle to where she can stare directly at Rio. The other Agatha growls, “I want you to look at your wife as I slip inside you.”
Rio is trembling, practically from head to toe. Her cock is rock hard, the head visibly peeking out from the foreskin and flushed red and purple. Tiny bits of precum leak from it and dribble down, untouched, down Rio’s length. Her hands white-knuckle the arms of the chair; she’s not quite close enough to the bed to touch either Agatha, but if she got up and walked a few steps, she would be, and she’s certainly holding herself back.
The other Agatha smirks like a predator that has caught scent of its terrified prey as she checks in with, “How are we doing, handsome?”
Rio’s tone wobbles like a spinning coin prepared to fall when she says, “When do I get to join?”
The other Agatha’s eyes harden. “When I damn well tell you to.”
“Agatha.” Saying her own name sounds foreign on her lips, but Agatha is growing impatient.
“Be patient, sweetheart,” the other Agatha croons, knowing that a patient Agatha Harkness is as likely as a penguin in the tropics. As she starts to push her cock in, they both moan, and it’s genuinely hard to tell which sound comes from whose mouth. Agatha locks eyes with Rio’s watery brown eyes and her mouth involuntarily opens and gasps as her alternate self’s length starts to part the folds of her pussy and fill her. Her head starts to buzz with a concoction of pain and pleasure as she gets used to the thick girth. The other Agatha doesn’t slam into her horribly, but she’s not entirely slow, either, inching herself in at her desired pace and groaning from low in her chest when her pelvis meets the curve of Agatha’s ass.
“Fuck.” Agatha feels her core stirring and clutches onto the bed sheets as she feels the tip of the cock press against her cervix.
“Goddess above.” The other Agatha steadies both of her hands in a bruising grip on Agatha’s hips. “You’re so fucking tight and wet. Greedy little pussy can’t stop trying to milk me for all I’m worth…” She pauses for a second, stilling herself. “No wonder my Rio has a habit of busting just a couple of pumps in.”
Agatha lets out a breathless laugh. “This Rio does that with our pseudo phallus— I’m curious to see what will happen with the real deal.”
A gargled, “Hey!” leaps out of Rio’s mouth.
The other Agatha starts to set a slow, hard pace, slamming her cock into Agatha’s needy cunt in an uncoordinated rhythm that is much too understimulating for Agatha. So she starts to roll her hips back. The other Agatha squeezes the meat where her ass connects to her hips, but doesn’t explicitly punish her, and Agatha grins in victory.
“I can see how tightly you grip me,” the other Agatha groans. “Fuck, are we always like this?”
Agatha just grins, panting and purposefully squeezing her vaginal walls on the thick cock inside her.
That’s when the other Agatha leans forward, hard nipples rubbing against Agatha’s back. The other Agatha whispers, “Say something that will irritate her. Make her jealous.”
If Rio were a mortal and human, she would certainly not have heard the instructions. That being said, Rio seems so focused on what’s in front of her and trying not to hump the air that one could stick a needle in her ear and garner no reaction.
Agatha smirks as her eyes slip closed in a decadent manner and she moans out, “Fuck, Daddy, you’re so big.”
The other Rio cries in protest. Agatha then hears her other self snicker as a hand snakes around to close around her throat. “Is that what she likes being called when in charge? Cute.” She starts to quicken the movement of her hips. “Tell me how much you love Daddy’s cock.”
“Feels so good inside me,” Agatha babbles. She adds a little to the bit, knowing the other Agatha can sense the air of performance in a bonded goal to tease the pathetic lump of a cosmic entity sitting and trembling like the pet she is a few feet from them. When the other Agatha delivers a particularly hard and delicious thrust, Agatha yelps. “Oh, hell! Keep doing that. Pound my cervix and make me squirt all over you, Daddy.”
The other Agatha growls and lifts Agatha up by her throat, momentarily constricting Agatha’s ability to breathe. The dizzy feeling shoots straight to her clitoris and she wheezes, some intermittent moans breaking out when she feels her back flush against the alternate Agatha’s chest. The other of the gray-streaked Agatha’s hands holds her at her waist to balance her as she rams her dick into Agatha. The new angle has Agatha mewling.
Agatha opens her eyes to see Rio panting as sweat collects on her brow and drips down her reddened face. “You are so fucking difficult,” she growls.
“Why, thank you, baby.” The other Agatha breathes hard enough that Agatha can feel it curling against the back of her neck, and it makes the hair on her arms and legs stand to attention.
Agatha shamelessly starts rubbing herself in lazy circles. She cries out as she starts to experience her pleasure from multiple angles.
She hears her own voice whispering in her ear. “Good girl. Chase it.”
Agatha quickens the pace of her fingers and feels her orgasm crash into her. She lets herself lie limp in the other Agatha’s arms as she focuses on riding her peak out. And it must be her lucky evening, because she shoots straight into a second one.
“Fuck,” the other Agatha grunts, her hips slamming effectively. “I’m so close to busting inside you.”
“Yesss,” Agatha hisses, right as she hears Rio say, “Wait!”
Agatha dazedly glances at her wife, though her cloudy vision lifts a smidgen when she realizes how genuinely distressed Rio is. “I want to be the first to come in her,” Rio complains.
“Why should I care?” the other Agatha snaps, a hint of real anger and impatience in her voice mixed under the layer of gravelly lust.
“Please,” Rio begs, her cock turning half limp as her voice grows desperate with greened envy. “I’ll suck you off so you can still come.”
The other Agatha stills, which makes Agatha squirm. She’s chased as much of her two orgasms as she could, and now she wants to gun for her third. The multiverse Agatha pushes Agatha back onto the bed and harshly slips her cock out. Agatha whimpers at the loss of contact.
“Fine.” There’s a mean tone to the other Agatha’s voice. “Get on your knees in front of the bed. Hands behind your back.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Rio murmurs, eyes cast down in submission, and that does something to gain a little sparkle in the alternate Agatha’s eye. She spreads out her legs on the edge of the bed, her cock angry and hard.
Agatha lays on her side, her attention raptly captured.
“I know you’re not human, so I’m not going to stop,” Agatha says, her hands sliding into Rio’s hair. Rio instinctively leans into the scraping touch, brown eyes perfectly capturing the trusting and pitiful nature of a prey animal as she glances up at the other Agatha. When Agatha presses slightly on her extended cock to measure it on top of Rio’s face, Rio dutifully peeks her tongue out and swipes her tongue lengthwise along the other Agatha’s cock, moaning as her wife’s arousal hits her taste buds.
“Such a pretty little creature,” the other Agatha murmurs, soft enough to have curves, but hard enough to prick. She then says, “Open your mouth wider, pet,” and Rio obliges.
An unrestrained groan rumbles out of the other Agatha’s throat as her cock is swallowed by the wet warmth of Rio’s mouth. Rio bobs her head, and the other Agatha grunts when the head of her dick brushes past the soft palate of Rio’s throat and to the very back. She clutches Rio’s head and starts controlling the entity’s movements herself, as if Rio is a sock she’s jacking off into. The pathetic moan that shoots from Rio’s mouth is muffled by what her mouth is full of, and she gags even though she doesn’t need to breathe. It’s all theatric, it’s all for Agatha. Which one— probably both. The alternate Agatha feels herself starting to orgasm when she hears a moan behind her.
“Don’t you dare come, Agatha,” she warns. “You’ve already come twice. I haven’t even come once.”
“I’m not coming,” is the haughty reply. “I’m just touching myself.”
The other Agatha opens her mouth to say something, but her pleasure becomes enough that ignoring it would be an accidental edging, so she instead starts thrusting her hips into Rio’s obedient mouth until she feels her release spurt down Rio’s throat.
“The best part about a magic cock,” the other Agatha grunts out, “is that there’s barely any refractory period.” And so she continues to hump into Rio’s mouth until she comes again. Rio takes it like taking from Agatha is the only thing she’s ever truly desired.
When most of the bliss has worn off, the other Agatha turns and sees the younger Agatha laying on her back, two fingers curled inside herself, eyes half-closed in a hazy euphoria.
She turns to Rio. “You let her get away with that?”
“I don’t try to deny her pleasure,” Rio states, tone obvious and objective like it’s the current weather.
The other Agatha chuckles darkly. “Much nicer than my Rio.” When Rio’s eyebrows crinkle in a sad sort of confusion, the other Agatha just hums, lightly patting Rio’s cheek. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I ask for it.”
And the other Agatha climbs back onto the bed on all fours and rips Agatha’s fingers from inside her. Agatha yelps as her wrists are pinned above her head. Agatha pouts, and it’s less about being restrained and more about her fingers are drying and no one is cleaning them. The other Agatha’s lip curls up in a mean smirk, which tells Agatha she knows why the bottom lip is being pushed out.
“Well?” The other Agatha turns to Rio expectantly. Rio clambers up to get into position with Agatha, letting Agatha’s legs bracket her and allowing the heat of Agatha’s needy cunt to radiate onto Rio’s already painfully-hard cock. The other Agatha moves to balance on her knees near the younger Agatha’s face, her still-hard length inches from Agatha’s mouth.
“Agatha,” Rio says, and they both turn to look at her. Rio is flushed and sweating, as if she’s fully leaned into her human form and is letting it automatically react to all the stimulation around her. When Rio rubs the tip of her cock against Agatha’s arousal, Agatha keens, jerking her hips to garner more friction. Rio’s entrance into Agatha is slow, not for Agatha, but for herself; she’s biting her lip so hard the skin could break. When her hips are sweat-slicked and flush against Agatha’s, Rio’s groan sounds like it has claws as it makes its way out of her throat, and Agatha shudders, her kegel muscles instinctively gripping onto Rio’s cock.
That’s when Rio shouts in surprise and she leans over Agatha, falling onto her elbows, as her body starts to tremble.
“Goddess above, Rio.” Agatha is panting, but she’s grinning as she feels a telltale filling of her cunt. It’s ethereal, almost, and her body instinctively starts grinding to chase that magical feeling. “Already?”
The other Agatha admittedly lets her jaw open in surprise before realizing how she must look and snapping it shut. “Wait, you came?”
“S-Sorry.” Rio’s hips are naturally humping into Agatha as she rides her orgasm. “I… I didn’t think it’d happen now.”
“My god, you can’t even give her a full pump before spilling yourself inside her?” The other Agatha cackles a little cruelly. “How pathetic.”
Rio looks at the other Agatha through a set of angry, hooded lids. Agatha reaches out a hand and strokes Rio’s cheek. “It’s okay, love.” She then smirks good-naturedly. “I just have an exquisite cunt. I can’t blame you.”
Rio scoffs, lowering her head. The other Agatha rolls her eyes at the display of affection, something twitching in her heart. Like roadkill where the impact didn’t fully erase them.
Agatha then whines a little. “Rio… continue.”
Rio then starts to thrust in earnest, bringing herself back up to grip at Agatha’s hips. Agatha jolts back at the force, the fleshiness of her body quivering as Rio starts to truly slam into her.
As Agatha’s moans start to rise in pitch, the other Agatha tugs on her hair. “Get up,” she commands, and Agatha hastily and sloppily positions herself to where she can lift herself somewhat on her side and rest on her elbow. Rio is still holding her by her hips and ass, which helps with balance a bit. The other Agatha continues with, “Don’t think you got out of using your mouth.”
Agatha looks at what’s essentially her own cock, straining and red with heat, a few inches from her face. She’s able to bring a hand to it without falling and starts stroking the length of it. The other Agatha tosses her hair back by rolling her shoulders as she dips her head back and grunts contently. Agatha can see the stretch of her long neck. It’s certainly interesting to see herself pull off one of her seduction moves; it’s incredibly hot to watch. Agatha licks a fat stripe up the length of the cock before inserting it into her mouth, jacking off the base as she curls her tongue and sucks on the tip. The other Agatha grits her teeth and lets out a soft, accidental whimper as she tugs on Agatha’s hair and pushes her cock further into the younger counterpart’s mouth.
When Rio delivers a particularly hard push of her hips, Agatha falls forward and the other Agatha’s dick is pressed far back enough that it grazes the back of her throat. Shocked, she gags, spit covering her hand as she has to empty her mouth to take an unplanned breath and regain her balance.
“Oh, don’t quit on me now, sweetling,” the other Agatha coos sardonically. “I assumed you were the better cocksucker, and you know better than anyone how I don’t like to be wrong.”
Agatha glares, her eyes still watery from the surprise choking. She knows her own tricks; of course, the other Agatha is trying to rile her up so she gets a good dick sucking, because both of them refuse to be called bad at something, especially when they’re objectively extremely talented at it.
If Agatha decides to take the bait and choke the everloving life out of it, that’s her decision and it’s nobody’s place to judge her for it. Cock in hand, Agatha swallows it back as her counterpart starts to thrust her hips until Agatha’s nose bumps into her pubic bone with every thrust of her hips. This Agatha has no qualms fucking her cock down Agatha’s throat— not that Agatha minds. Obviously, she would do the same in her position.
That’s when Rio’s hand sneaks around to start fiddling with Agatha’s slippery clit. She whimpers, and the other Agatha grunts as the vibrations curl around her length.
“I’m gonna come again,” Rio cries through gritted teeth. Agatha knows she’s holding back: from her impending orgasm, from squeezing Agatha’s hips so hard her pelvis is fractured. Poor thing.
Agatha takes her counterpart’s cock from her mouth and snaps, “Me first,” though Rio is already pinching her clit in the overstimulating way she really likes so that she’s coming fast. She must squeeze the other Agatha’s cock too harshly, because she yelps and sticks her dick back in Agatha’s gasping mouth, wrenching Agatha’s wrist from the equation.
The tip of the alternate Agatha’s dick brushes the back of her throat yet again as Agatha feels her orgasm wash over her like a storming current. She can feel herself milking Rio for all the entity is worth, and Rio whimpers in that way that tells Agatha her own climax is incoming. When Agatha feels Rio’s cock slam into her cervix and start pumping Agatha full of her warm spunk, Agatha feels herself coming again, and she’s helpless to stop the muffled cry that chokes from her throat with spit and snot. She feels her come gush, just a little, and stain her thighs.
And then the other Agatha is coming, too, down Agatha’s throat and she feels warm and full and trembling. Her body goes limp, though the other Agatha keeps her head in position. Agatha hoarsely and loudly gags until the other Agatha is pushing her head back onto the pillows, and Agatha is finally able to take heaving breaths. Her eyes naturally slip closed.
Rio pulls out of her, rubbing at her hips and waist and lower stomach in a kind, sensual massage. Agatha can still feel the remnants of Rio’s orgasms inside her; they haven’t done that before, and it’s an incredible feeling to have Rio still inside her, somewhat, as she sinks into her featherbed mattress. She wonders if there will be any consequences to keeping Rio’s seed inside her. Is Rio virile? Either way, it feels nice and heightens Agatha’s sensitivities there.
When Agatha feels Rio’s hands lift off her, she harrumphs in complaint and peeks an eye open to see Rio moving to stand over the other Agatha form, pressing down on her chest until she’s forced to put her back against the front of the bed and the wall it’s nestled up against. She falls into a half-sitting, half-lying position almost parallel to Agatha. Her eyes are wide in shock.
“You didn’t think we’d miss you getting your turn, did you?” Rio’s voice is lowered an octave as her hands trail down the other Agatha’s body. Different, but still achingly familiar.
The other Agatha says, “And who exactly put you in charge?”
Rio grabs the other Agatha by the thighs and pulls her forward until her legs bracket Rio’s hips, until she slides into a fully reclining position. Her breath hitches in surprise.
“Tell me, just how alike are you to my wife?” Rio takes a hold of her cock, pumping it once, twice. “Do you also get bratty at the thought of me in your ass?”
The other Agatha feels her face warm, especially when Rio leers at the way her cock itches at the thought.
Rio’s grin has teeth. “That’s what I thought, dirty girl.”
The other Agatha just responds by growling. Her body shows what her face and voice refuse to, though, bucking up to meet Rio’s touch.
Rio spends a few minutes probing the other Agatha with her fingers, murmuring, “So easy, so easy.” The alternate Agatha finds herself fidgeting, her back arching into Rio’s touch. Her cock is so hard it’s painful. When it involuntarily twitches, she feels it, her eyes squeezing shut.
Agatha rolls over to her side, nestling her head against her knuckles. “You’re so hard,” she practically giggles, and she traces a finger across a thick vein that runs up from the underside to the tip of the other Agatha’s dick. The other Agatha keens, and gasps out her shuddering moan as Rio starts to graze the tip of her cock around her hole.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” Rio presses her thumb to the base of her cock to get it at the right angle before she slowly starts to push. The other Agatha feels her eyes roll into the back of her head at the multiple sources of stimulation: Rio forcing herself in, and Agatha had changed to grasping her hand at the base of her cock and giving thick, languid strokes.
Rio pushes the back of the other Agatha’s thighs so that she can get as deep as she’s able. When the other Agatha feels Rio’s hips flush to her ass, her eyes shoot open as Agatha cups her jaw harshly and turns her head so she can look at the familiar pair of blue eyes.
She knows it happens before it comes because Agatha stares at her pouty lips before leaning in. Both of their tongues map each other out, and it’s especially hard to tell who moans when. Agatha feels like she’s swallowing her own spit— her body recognizes it as a part of itself. But the other Agatha’s mouth feels slightly different. There’s a worn-down chip on a back molar that Agatha knows she herself doesn’t have.
As Agatha continues to stroke the other Agatha’s cock, she breaks the kiss to brush a lock of the other Agatha’s gray-streaked hair and tuck it behind her ear before bending down to whisper, “You’re so close to coming it’s almost pathetic. I can feel your dick twitching.”
The other Agatha breathily chuckles, trying to remain as put together as she can. “It just feels so good…” She flutters her eyelids. “The prostate gland is making this so much more enjoyable than usual. Not that you would know how it feels.”
Agatha squeezes meanly on her counterpart’s cock until the older Agatha lets out an involuntary yelp. That, along with Rio’s cock stretching her to kingdom come, has her spurting on her stomach. Agatha coos at her, leveling her cock almost parallel to her counterpart’s lying form so that it makes as much of a mess as possible.
Rio’s voice suddenly cracks through the air. “So sloppy,” she chastises. “Why don’t you clean up after her, sweetheart.”
Agatha shrugs nonchalantly. “I guess since it’s technically myself I’m cleaning for, I don’t mind this time.” The other Agatha whimpers as Agatha swipes a few fingers over her lower stomach. If Agatha feels the velvety skin of telltale stretch marks, she doesn’t say anything. Agatha then takes the come that has collected on her fingers and sticks them in her mouth. When her fingers are sucked clean, she leans down and drags her tongue across the other Agatha’s stomach and the underside of her tits, clearing her body of her orgasm. And, of course, this exploring journey doesn’t happen without nibbling and sucking. The other Agatha moans, her hips jerking up as she feels the bruises form on her body.
The other Agatha finds her eyes drawn to Rio. Her arm muscles are tensing; her hips gyrate tirelessly in the way that only a nonhuman could get away with. She’s sweating, and her eyes are cloudy with pleasure. When she notices the other Agatha looking at her, she grins and grunts, “I’ve got something for you.”
The other Agatha dazedly raises an eyebrow until her eyes widen at a stretching sensation. Her groan is so loud it might as well be a screech with the way it trills her vocal chords. Rio moans as she continues to thrust, and it takes a second for the other Agatha to fully realize what’s going on: Rio has given herself another half inch of length and a little more girth while inside her.
Agatha sits up from her ministrations. Her chin is wet with her own spit. “What?”
The other Agatha feels tears prick the corners of her eyes when she answers, “I— fuck— She made her cock bigger.”
Agatha whips back to glare at Rio. “You are so doing that to me at some point.”
Rio just smiles, open-mouthed and panting. “Of course, mi alma, but at another time.” Rio’s eyes are back on the other Agatha, looking for a reaction. It must be satisfying, watching her sweaty hair stick to her forehead and her eyebrows crinkle, because Rio just smiles. “You’re mi alma, también, Agatha. Even with your Rio still out there.” It makes the other Agatha’s ribs ache. She is so, so full of Rio and it feels so good but it also feels like a knife to the chest. And the other Agatha knows exactly what a knife to the chest feels like, thank you very much.
The other Agatha then squeaks when Agatha pinches and pulls at her nipple to get her attention. Agatha says, “You like cunt in your mouth as much as I do?” When the other Agatha just nods in response, Agatha smirks. “Good.”
She backs her ass up and the other Agatha gets to see what her cunt looks like from this angle. She’d seen it in mirrors and natural reflections, sure, but this angle, seeing it drip right in front of her, was something else entirely. She holds her hands up for a moment, spreading Agatha’s cheeks so she can see the clenching pink hole of her entrance. “I knew I had a sexy cunt, but Maiden above.”
Agatha just laughs. “You really think you should be invoking the Maiden at this second?” And then she steadies herself on her counterpart’s sternum as she sinks herself onto a warm and waiting mouth.
Both Agathas have tasted their arousal before, but there’s something incredibly new about tasting it directly from the source that has the alternate Agatha moaning into Agatha’s cunt. When Agatha shamelessly grinds herself on the other’s chin and mouth, Rio starts pumping faster, grunting out a, “Fuck, I’m gonna come inside you.”
The other Agatha nods, though whether the other two took it as her diving into pussy or affirmation, or a mix of both, she didn’t know. She feels herself tensing up for another orgasm, and her whines start raising in pitch. Agatha must recognize the sound, because she can hear her tell Rio, “Hold my head up with my hair,” and then resituate herself on the other Agatha’s face until the other Agatha feels a warm mouth start suckling the head of her cock.
That’s when she erupts and Agatha takes every bit of what she has to offer. The other Agatha slips Agatha’s clit between her teeth and sucks so hard she practically feels her lip swell up and feels victorious when the younger Agatha gives a muffled cry and warm come slips directly into her mouth. The other Agatha swallows it greedily.
The other Agatha’s thighs are trembling when Agatha sits back up, Rio helping her by tugging her hair. Agatha hums at the feeling of Rio’s hand in her hair and crooks a beckoning finger. When Rio leans in, Agatha grabs her by the throat in a way that would be unsafe for anyone else and sticks her tongue in Rio’s mouth, pushing the other Agatha’s come into it. Rio whimpers and that’s when the other Agatha feels Rio’s hips stutter as her cock pumps semen deep into her. The movement causes the other Agatha to experience another smaller orgasm, though nothing really comes from her cock, in that moment— her thighs just burn and shake. Even though it’s small, it’s just as intense. This must be what a prostate orgasm feels like, and it feels fucking amazing.
The other Agatha whimpers into her younger counterpart’s cunt, only exerting enough voluntary physical effort to lick broad stripes to let Agatha ride out the rest of her orgasm.
When the other Agatha feels like she’s actually on the mortal plane once more, she pushes up on Agatha’s ass so that she can have unfiltered air. Agatha sits up and scoots so that she’s now behind Rio, sinking her teeth into the entity’s throat as she slowly and steadily stills her hips.
“Going to take myself out now,” Rio whispers, and her eyes dart to the other Agatha. When she nods, Rio pulls herself out inch by inch. It’s not an unfamiliar feeling for the other Agatha, and she leans into it, sighing. The other Agatha then brings the back of her palm to rest on her warm forehead. She can feel herself blushing from exertion.
When Rio backs up to lower herself and spread the other Agatha’s cheeks, Agatha whimpers. And when she feels Rio’s tongue cleaning up the come leaking from Agatha’s hole, she whines, “Oh, fuck, baby,” and then immediately wishes she could stuff it back in the dark closet of her mind where it belongs. She doesn’t know how to think This is the softest sex I’ve had with Rio in so long, it just kind of came out without hurting a lot, so she simply leans into the sensation of Rio cleaning her up and only hurts a little.
When Rio is done, the other Agatha opens her eyes and notices her younger counterpart tying Rio’s breeches onto herself. She knows it’s because it takes less time than the nightgown Agatha had been wearing previously.
Realizing they’re done, the alternate Agatha says, “Rio, magic me back. I like a good cock, but I like the equipment I originally came with more.”
Rio sets the other Agatha’s body back to its original state and Agatha shamelessly rakes her eyes down the other Agatha’s body; her eyes grow when she realizes the other Agatha’s untrimmed bush also has a similar looking gray streak as her hair does. Guess the carpet matches the drapes.
Rio’s body is back to her favorite shape now, in tandem, and she’s shrugging on Agatha’s nightgown even if it’s a little short in the legs. Agatha sits up, stretches, and walks past the two and into the main room to pick up her own clothes. She doesn’t trust her magic right now and decides to put them on manually. She decides to go commando and stick her underwear in the pocket of her trousers, but she frowns when she gets to her bra. It’s got a wire, so she can’t exactly stuff it in her pants.
She hears a shuffling and notices Agatha strutting in. She’s still only in the breeches. “You could keep that here,” she says. “It looks interesting.”
“I’m not fucking up some space-time continuum by giving you what’s essentially future technology,” the other Agatha points out.
Agatha pouts, but considering her target has the same weapon of mass destruction in her tool belt, it’s useless. So she just crosses her arms. “It’s an item of clothing, not a piece of machinery that can somehow wipe out the entire human species. How likely is that to happen, anyway?”
Rio, who had trailed in behind Agatha to inspect the fire again, sighs wistfully. “Species have been wiped out in a short time before.”
Agatha’s shoulders slump. “Goddess above, Rio, I know you’re still upset about your special large reptiles being hit by that rock—”
“It was a meteor!”
“Keeping this small, corset chest material is not a meteor, then.”
The other Agatha decides not giving Agatha what she wants has overruled not wanting to wear a bra. She clasps it in the front. Before Rio can drone on about unintended consequences for breaking the universe’s rules, something both Agathas have heard plenty and the multiverse Agatha specifically considers salt in the wound, she states, “You’re not getting it.” She buttons her shirt up and tucks it into her pants.
Curious, Agatha asks, “Do we still get stares for wearing trousers?”
The other Agatha laughs. “Not anymore, thankfully. We just get stares for plenty of other reasons.”
Agatha shrugs as if to say, fair. When Rio says, “I’m going to inspect the roof and thatch it up,” the two Agathas are left alone.
“Hopefully something didn’t get in here while we were busy.” Agatha starts peeking into the corners of the room.
“Like you don’t have a protection spell around to keep the vermin out,” the other Agatha states.
Agatha’s tongue peeks out to wet her lips. “You say that, but last week a possum came in here. And those are some of my least favorite animals. First off, keep your fetuses in your womb or an egg like the rest of us, you sick fucks. And faking your own death only to pop up perfectly fine later?” Agatha rolls her eyes. “How uncreative. Put some theater into it.” When the other Agatha poorly hides a laugh behind her hand, Agatha demands, “What.”
“If your life is anything like mine… Rio once brought in a possum because it was raining and she felt bad for it. I was convinced my spells had failed somehow until she fessed up.”
Agatha scoffs. “She’s lucky I haven’t told her about the situation yet. She’d only been here a few hours when you showed up.”
The alternate Agatha’s face grows serious. “Look, I can’t say much, but… just, be careful around her.” These may be the kindest words she has spoken her entire unorthodox visit.
Agatha’s face turns bemused. “What do you mean?”
The other Agatha sucks on her teeth as she thinks of the correct and safe words to use. “She’s an immortal being. She’s very powerful and she answers to a higher call than anything here.”
“I know that,” Agatha almost snaps. “That’s why I fell in love with her.”
The other Agatha just laughs, though there’s not much humor in her tone. “You know that kind of schtick doesn’t work with me.” Her voice grows quiet, but not terribly soft. “I remember the first question I ever asked her that made me pause. If I’m able to absorb souls and convert them into energy, can they be artificially replicated? I barely remember what she said, just how she said it. She was informative and intrigued at my curiosity. I’d never gotten such a reaction before.” The other Agatha stares into steely blue. “If I’d asked anyone else that question, I would have been ostracized at best.”
Agatha just says, “My first question was about the ethics of knowing about how horribly women and children are treated at the hands of men and not doing anything to save them.”
The other Agatha hums. “And I’m sure she was just as kind to you as she was to me.” At Agatha’s nod of affirmation, she continues. “But at the end of the day, you need to remember who you’re up against.”
“Against? She’s my wife,” Agatha asserts. “We did the handfasting ritual. We’re blood bonded. Even if it wasn’t against her cosmic duty to kill, she wouldn’t be allowed to end my life by her own hand. Is it not the same with your own Rio?”
“Rio brought me the best things in my life,” Agatha confesses. “But she almost brought me the worst.”
Agatha narrows her eyes. “Why are you telling me this?”
The other Agatha just cocks her head knowingly. “What would you tell your past self?”
And Agatha doesn’t quite know what to make of that. She doesn’t know what this Agatha has experienced, but she knows that Rio loves her. Rio tells her every day. Rio has objectively studied humanity since the dawn of time, but Rio has told her this is the first time she has even had a heart to hand to someone, and therefore Agatha concludes that Rio is ironically a bit too emotionally sheltered to con Agatha into the loving relationship they currently share.
So Agatha responds with, “This isn’t your world, it’s mine. Just because something happened between you and your Rio doesn’t mean it’ll come between me and mine.”
The smile that the other Agatha gives her is not a happy one, and it certainly doesn’t reach the ocean of her eyes. “Some things don’t happen between people. They happen to people.” There’s a shuffling in the living room as Rio comes back from magically fixing the roof, so the other Agatha leans in to whisper in Agatha’s ear when she finishes her little proverb with, “Good luck.”
It’s at that moment Rio enters through the front door, clapping her hands together and dusting them off. Able to feel the thick tension in the room, she asks, “Everything all right?”
“Peachy,” Agatha answers right as the other Agatha says, “Just a little ego battle.”
Agatha glares at her multiverse counterpart for that, hands on her hips. The other Agatha just turns to grab her turncoat from the rack and shrug her arms through the sleeves. “I assume you have a theory on how to take me back, Rio. I don’t trust my magic right now to take me where I want.”
“I should be able to get you back to your universe,” Rio confirms. “I don’t tend to travel between multiverses, as every one of them has their own method of soul reaping, but I have the ability to.”
Agatha hums in a curious tone. And then she inquires to her counterpart, “Why are you having issues with your magic, anyway?”
Her other self winks and, ah, it’s actually incredibly irritating to be on the other end of it. “Secret. Between me and… well, me.” She laughs at her own horrible joke. “Well, not you me. Me me. Ha ha.”
Rio must be able to tell Agatha is within an inch of her frayed nerves and whips out her knife. “Ready to go?”
“Not like I have anything to pack.” The other Agatha flips her hair behind her shoulder and follows to stand beside Rio as the entity carves out a rip in the fabric of reality large enough for two people. She looks over her shoulder and tells Agatha, “Remember what I told you.” And then she looks to Rio with a look that stills Agatha’s heart, because she recognizes it all too well: it’s the one she gives when she’s hiding a sort of pain. It’s a look that no one understands— but Agatha does, because she’s seen it in the mirror countless times.
If Rio can somehow comprehend the layers behind the other Agatha’s expression, too, she doesn’t say anything, only beckons the other Agatha forth as if she’d opened a door. “After you, m’lady.”
The last thing Agatha hears is her alternate self creating her mask and flirtatiously telling her wife, “C’mon, handsome, time to help me home.”