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Agatha Harkness-Vidal wakes to that familiar sensation of her mate's fingers threading through her hair, scratching lightly at her scalp. The steady breath of her mate, warm against the back of her neck, the heat of her mate's body curled protectively around her own.


Not only that, but she feels the exact things she had felt falling asleep the night before. The aches and cramps in her stomach, the utter warmth inside her body, the sweat settled on her forehead.


"Morning, mi vida," Rio murmurs, lips brushing over Agatha's shoulder.


Agatha groans softly, burying her head into the pillow. "Morning." She murmurs, voice raspy, and she leans her body back into Rio's.


"Still feeling rough?" Rio asks. One of her hands moves up to Agatha's shoulder, gently kneading the tight muscles.


Agatha just nods, "Mhm," and for a moment, she lets herself sink into Rio's touch, exhaling deeply.


After maybe a minute or so, she turns around in her mate's arms and buries her face in Rio's neck, brows furrowing as another ache runs through her body. Gently, Rio pulls back and brushes the backs of her fingers over Agatha's cheek.


"You should probably stay home from Alice's party, cariño." She says, scanning Agatha's face as she speaks. "I don't want you to push yourself."


Agatha sighs. While she doesn't particularly want to miss out, doesn't want to leave Rio to go alone after having promised her she'd go along— having to be social with anyone but Rio felt fucking impossible right now. So, she nods, "Yeah, you're... probably right."


And Agatha can see in Rio's eyes that she's hesitating, but her mate adds carefully, "Are you sure it's not just your heat? I remember last time, you said you felt achey before it came on."


"No." Agatha says immediately. "No, it— I'm not due on for another week and a half, it can't be." She rolls onto her back, head flopping back against the pillow, as she adds, "It's probably just something I ate."


"Okay." Rio says, kissing her cheek. Her lips are soft against Agatha's skin.


And she doesn't press, even if Agatha can see in Rio's face that she isn't fully convinced. She just continues to lay in bed, half asleep, as she watches Rio get ready for the party. Occasionally, she provides a you look handsome in that or a muttered wear your hair down, it looks really pretty today.


With her exhaustion and ache, Agatha doesn't exactly take in much of her surroundings. But she does register that Rio's released some calming pheromones, as she kneels beside the bed and cups Agatha's cheek. Agatha would hate to admit how much it helps, how she feels just a little more comfortable. Rio's voice is soft when she speaks, like she doesn't want to startle her.


"I'll be home in a few hours, okay?" Rio says, thumb brushing her cheekbone. "Call if you need anything."


"Okay, baby. I will, I promise." Agatha replies, a hand stroking through Rio's hair before settling at the back of her neck, dragging her closer into a chaste kiss.


It's only an hour after Rio's left, an hour of laying almost motionless in bed, when the cramps have started to shift, not so sharp but more settled into a dull ache coiling low in her stomach. She feels herself grow warmer, like her blood itself is burning, and she pushes the duvet down until it only covers her legs. With a heavy hand, she brushes some sweat-streaked hair from her forehead.


Agatha turns onto her side, curling up and faintly panting with one hand clenched in the bedsheets. And as the ache begins to lower, relocating between her legs, settling in her cunt, the realisation dawns on her with a frustrated groan.


"Oh, fucking— fuck," She furrows her brows, drags a hand down her face. She isn't sick, it isn't something she ate. No. Her heat's come on early.


Her mind flickers back to just an hour ago, how she had denied Rio's suggestion like it was the most ridiculous thing in the world. "Oh, Rio, it can't be my heat," She mutters, mocking herself with a bitter laugh, "I'm not due on for a week and a fucking half— fucking stupid. Fuck."


She doesn't call Rio straight away. Even when her instincts are screaming at her to, even when Rio's all she can think about. She just decides she'll... try to push through, until her mate comes home.


With a huff, she shoves her underwear down her legs, breath hitching as she pulls the damp fabric from her cunt— a string of her slick connects them together she pulls it away, breaking and falling onto the bedsheets.


Agatha grabs a pillow, one she's relatively sure is Rio's, and tucks it between her thighs, grinding into it with a breathy whimper. As she rocks into it, she can feel her slick soak into it, until she hears a wet sound each time her clit rubs against the fabric.


Every rock of her hips sends a jolt through her, trying to chase every little ounce of relief she gets. Her eyes are squeezed shut by now, mouth open with pants and broken moans, but no matter how good it feels, it's not enough. Her body wants Rio— her body wants her mate.


She grinds down harder against it, but nothing works and a groan of part pleasure, part frustration escapes her. With each agonising minute that passes with no sign of an orgasm approaching, Agatha wonders why her heats— now that she's mated— are almost unbearable without said mate. She never had this problem before she met Rio.


With another groan, Agatha's hands move between herself and the pillow, one circling her clit while the other slips two fingers inside of herself with no resistance. She moans, muffled against the pillow, and continues to rock into it as well as her hands. All to no avail.


She slides another finger into herself, chokes out a moan, but it doesn't push her any closer to her climax. It just frustrates her more— she feels so fucking needy with how much she wants Rio back here, wants Rio inside her, wants Rio's mouth on her— but it's like her body just won't ler her fucking fall.


"Fuck's sake." She sighs, dragging her fingers out from between her legs and wiping them lazily on the bedsheets.


Her hand fumbles for her phone, still sat charging on the bedside table, while her hips still steadily rock against the pillow. Just in case her body decides to stop fucking around and let her come. It's sort of like a block— her brain is so fixated on her mate and how utterly aroused she is that she can't think of much else, if anything.


It's been an hour and a half since Rio left. Agatha groans again, teeth clamping down onto the plush pillow. She doesn't want to disturb Rio. Doesn't want to be needy, doesn't want to drag her away from the party she was so excited to go to. But, fuck, Agatha cannot take another hour like this. Can't just wait for Rio to come home. And every inch of her body is craving her mate.


And even if she feels awful, a little mean for doing it, she calls Rio and holds her phone up to her ear.


When the call connects, Rio's voice is soft, a little concerned. "Hey, sweetheart. How are you feeling?"


The shame of being needy and the need blur together as Agatha's hips still move slightly against the pillow. "Baby," She whispers, "I wasn't sick— my heat just came on early, you were right."


"Oh, shit." Rio's voice has audibly roughened. The shift, the tone has Agatha clenching around nothing. "I— I can be home in an hour, mi amor."


Agatha can't take another hour. "Baby," She moans, almost pleads, and drops her forehead onto the pillow.


"I can't just leave, I haven't seen Alice in weeks—" Rio's excuse is half-hearted at best, and both she and Agatha know that.


"Rio," Agatha sighs, and a broken little whimper escapes her. She hears Rio's breath catch over the phone. "Please. She already thinks I'm sick, right? That's what you told her. Tell her it got worse, baby."


"Agatha..." It's probably supposed to be a warning. A pathetic one, if anything. Agatha knows damn well she's already got Rio in her web.


But still, she continues, voice strained. "No, I— need you. I can't come. It hurts, love, I need you so fucking bad. Please. I need you inside me, I can't fucking think straight, please—"


Rio sighs, "Fuck, sweetheart— okay, baby. I'm on my way."


Agatha exhales in relief, breath shuddering out of her. "Thank you— fuck, baby, thank you, thank you."


"Shh, I know. God, it's like I can smell you from here. I'll be home soon."


"Okay. I love you." Agatha breathes.


"I love you." Rio echoes. Agatha can hear her smile.


The line goes dead, and Agatha drops her phone back onto the bedside table with a thud. She stays curled around the pillow, grinding weakly with stuttering breaths and soft mewls. And time sort of blurs while she waits for Rio, like it's stretching unbearably.


The moment that Agatha hears the sound of Rio's car in the driveway, she's getting up from the bed, leaving a wet patch in her wake, and rushing down the stairs before her mate's even opened the door. She stands there for a moment, heart racing, slick trailing down her thighs— faintly shaking with the anticipation of having her needs met.


The very second that Rio steps through the door, Agatha's on her. Crowding her against the door, her hands clenched in Rio's shirt, while her face lands against her throat, mouthing at the skin. She kisses, licks, scrapes her teeth— breath fanning against Rio's flesh.


"Sweetheart, fuck—" Rio chokes out, one hand threading into Agatha's hair while the other presses her closer by the small of her back.


Agatha doesn't reply. When she finds the faint scar where Rio's neck meets her shoulder, where her mating bite had healed, she nuzzles into it. Breathes her in, all pine and spice and brown sugar. And Agatha drags her tongue over the scar, grins against Rio's throat at the realisation that she was right, that— like usual— her heat has pushed Rio into rut.


That hand in her hair tightens until it's almost painful, tugging hard and pulling her face up until their lips meet in a brutal kiss. Deep and quick and desperate, all teeth and tongue. Rio's tongue curls against the palate of Agatha's mouth, all while flipping them and pinning Agatha deliciously to the door.


The kiss is broken momentarily by a gasp as Agatha feels the hard length of Rio's cock pressing against her. Her arms wrap around Rio's neck, brows furrowed and forehead leaning against her mate's as she rolls her hips forward. It's in this moment that she remembers all she's wearing is her sleep shirt after having frustratedly thrown her underwear off.


"Oh, God," She breathes, lips brushing faintly against Rio's. Rio only chuckles, grabbing Agatha's thigh and lifting it to her hip, opening her up futher when she grinds her clothed cock against Agatha's bare cunt. She groans, "Fuck, Rio—"


And Rio just kisses her again, harder this time. Her teeth catch Agatha's bottom lip and drag it back just to hear her whimper, before releasing. The hand not gripping Agatha's thigh tilts her jaw up, providing access for Rio to trail her lips down her throat— teeth grazing, marking, tongue dragging.


Agatha's eyes flutter closed as her back arches, and it gives her mate the opportunity to wrap an arm around her waist, protective and possessive. She's pulling her closer while simultaneously pressing her back into the door with each push of her hips. Agatha tilts her head slightly until her nose brushes Rio's hair, and she breathes her in between soft moans and whines.


"Baby— my love, take me to bed," Agatha whines, her breathless voice landing right in Rio's ear. "Need your cock, need your come inside me, please, Rio."


Rio's breath audibly hitches, and she hauls Agatha up into her arms, one arm firm around her waist, one hand splayed between her shoulder blades. Agatha's legs wrap tightly, instinctively around Rio's waist, hooking at the ankles while her arms wrap around her mate's shoulders.


Once they reach the bedroom, between breathless kisses and broken whimpers, Rio lays Agatha flat on the bed. She doesn't immediately climb ontop of her though. Instead, Rio pulls her own shirt over her head, her sports bra, unzips her trousers and pushes her boxers down. She grins when she sees Agatha follow suit, pulling her sleep shirt over her head and throwing it across the room.


But before Rio can pin Agatha down and have her way with her, Agatha's gaze shamelessly drops to Rio's cock, hard with a few drops of precum on the tip. Moments later, Agatha crawls to the edge of the bed, slides off and drops to her knees, murmuring a soft, "So fucking big and pretty, baby."


Rio lets out a small moan at that. Agatha wraps her hand around the base of Rio's dick, and wordlessly glances up at her with dilated pupils. Once Rio nods, Agatha licks her lips before taking the tip in her mouth, a moan escaping her throat. On the exit, her tongue curls firmly against the underside of Rio's length, before taking her deeper.


"Fuck, that's it— good girl," Rio murmurs. Agatha moans in response, and one of Rio's hands reaches out, stroking through Agatha's hair but not taking control just yet.


As her lips begin to brush against her own fingers where it sits at the base of Rio's cock with every bob of her head, Agatha slides that hand to rest on Rio's thigh. She takes it deeper, and deeper again until it brushes the soft palate of her mouth, and soon the back of her throat.


Rio groans as her hips jerk forward slightly, and Agatha sputters a gag with the sudden movement, though it isn't unwelcome. She just pushes deeper, feeling her throat expand to fit Rio's cock, until the tip of her nose brushes her mate's lower stomach.


The moment it does, Agatha figures Rio loses her self-restraint, as one of her hands tightly grips Agatha's hair, while the other cups both her jaw and throat. Agatha hums, pleased, and allows her hands to drop from Rio's thighs and obediently lay behind her back, hands clasped around her own wrists— offering herself completely, letting herself be used.


Agatha lets Rio hold her head in place. Lets Rio thrust her hips until her eyes water and her saliva drips down her chin, trails between her breasts. Lets Rio fuck her throat until she's lightheaded from her lack of breathing. Because it's what she hoped for, what she wanted getting on her knees for her mate.


Rio's thrusts grow sloppier, more uneven, as she pushes and pulls Agatha's head to her own pleasure. With almost every thrust, a small, choked sound escapes from the back of Agatha's throat, matching with Rio's whimpers as she gets closer.


A few more moments pass before Rio's hips stutter, and she pushes as deep as she can get, holding herself unmoving in Agatha's throat and keeping Agatha firmly in place. Agatha only feels herself getting wetter, to the point she wonders if there's a string of her slick dripping out of her, into a pool on the floor. She doesn't care that she can't breathe, that she's sputtering around Rio's cock. She fucking loves it.


"So fucking gorgeous choking on my cock, mi amor," Rio murmurs, nails scraping Agatha's scalp.


Agatha lets out a broken moan at that, hands tightening their grip around her own wrists until it's almost painful. And as Rio feels herself on the edge of her orgasm, her hand tightens a little around Agatha's neck, just barely squeezing herself through the flesh of Agatha's throat.


Soon enough, Agatha feels Rio's come trickling warmth down her throat, and she swallows around Rio's length as much as she can, but a few drops of her come escapes from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes flutter, and she whimpers as she tastes Rio's come— salty, a little sweet— a taste since she had been addicted to since she first tasted it.


Rio gently pulls her cock from Agatha's throat and mouth, a hand cupping her cheek to help steady her as she gasps in air. Her thumb wipes the drop of come from the corner of her mouth, before sliding it into Agatha's still open mouth. One of Agatha's hands comes up and curls around Rio's wrist, sucking on the digit in her mouth until all she can taste is Rio.


"That's it, baby, good girl. So good letting me use your pretty mouth." Rio praises, fingers threading through Agatha's hair. She smiles softly when Agatha lets out a hum, a small, purr-like sound, nodding faintly as she sucks the come from Rio's thumb.


Agatha whines and frowns as Rio slips her thumb out from her mouth, until Rio tugs her up by her hair and meets her lips in a bruising kiss. Agatha lets out a startled moan at the force of it, and she parts her lips when she feels Rio's tongue running over them, allowing Rio to taste herself on Agatha's tongue.


It lasts maybe three seconds before Agatha feels a pair of hands on her hips, gripping her tightly, digging little half-moons into her skin. And Agatha just presses herself closer to Rio, hands in her hair and chests against eachother. Another two seconds later, Agatha feels Rio's cock, still hard, brushing between her legs, ghosting over her cunt. She gasps, kiss breaking as her forehead drops against Rio's.


Rio, who rocks her hips slightly, making Agatha moan into her open mouth each time her cock nudges her clit. "You're fucking soaked for me, mi vida."


Agatha's knees buckle a little, and she catches herself with a tightened grip in Rio's hair. And just to rile her mate up a bit more, she looks up at Rio, flutters her eyelashes and says with a smirk, "Why don't you do something about it then, baby?"


Rio, maintaining eye contact, begins to guide Agatha backwards with firm hands, until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed, and she obediently sits down. A finger lands itself on Agatha's sternum, and Agatha can just about resist grabbing that finger and putting it inside herself. Instead, she arches her back slightly, biting her lip when Rio's eyes flicker to her breasts.


"Lay down." Rio says under her breath. Even quietly, Agatha can hear the control in her tone, the dominance.


So, Agatha complies. She shuffles backwards on the bed, and lies down in the centre with her hair splayed out on the mattress. Her arms stretch above her head, and she lifts one leg at the knee as she watches Rio climb on the bed, following her.


But instead of just climbing above her, like Agatha had expected, had wanted, Rio just grabs her hips and flips Agatha onto her stomach. The moan that escapes her is completely involuntary— her mate's strength has always turned her on to no end, and today is no different.


"Rio," She whines, clenching the bedsheets in her hands as Rio lifts Agatha's hips, slipping two pillows beneath them. Agatha pushes herself up onto her elbows, whimpering as Rio spreads her legs using her own, placing herself between them.


But she doesn't fuck her. Not yet. And while Agatha's voice isn't exactly steady, while her desperation bleeds through, she huffs, "Rio."


"What do we say, baby?" Rio asks softly. She pushes enough that her cock presses against Agatha's entrance, but never actually enters her.


Agatha just groans. "Fuck." Her head drops and hangs between her arms, and she tries to push herself back onto Rio's dick, but Rio just pulls away. "Fuck— Rio, come on."


She squeezes Agatha's hips. "Ask nicely."


Agatha sucks in a deep breath of air, takes in more of that perfect scent of Rio as she does so. Pine and amber and sugar— it drives Agatha crazy. Then, under her breath, she mutters, "Please,"


Rio hums, as if she's considering how much this is up to her standard. Agatha swears she can feel her heartbeat in her throat with the anticipation. A moment later, she feels her mate lean over her body, her nose pressing against her neck, right where her scent gland is. A shiver runs through Agatha's body as Rio breathes her in.


"So sweet and desperate." She murmurs, leaning up again. A pair of hands caress across Agatha's back. "Say it again."


Agatha sighs, brows furrowed. She speaks a little louder than before. "Please, Rio."


"You're dripping all over me, baby." Rio mutters. Her hand glides up into Agatha's hair, nails scraping again at her scalp. For a second Agatha wonders whether Rio's acknowledged her begging at all. That is, until she tugs her hair— and therefore her head— up a little, and says, "Again."


"Please. Please, my love. Need your cock, need you to fuck me—" She's aware she's rambling, her voice breaking, but at this point she doesn't even care. "Please, please, please."


"Good girl," Rio breathes, and finally pushes in with a hand steady at Agatha's lower back, hand tight in her hair.


Agatha groans at the stretch, mouth falling open. She can feel her own slick spill out of her with each inch that Rio pushes in. But then Rio stops, when Agatha knows damn well there's still maybe three inches to go. She sighs, "Rio, come on, I said please,"


"Say thank you." Rio replies simply, and Agatha can just hear the smirk on her face.


Agatha shudders. "Th— thank you— fuck, Rio, thank you."


And Rio finally pushes the rest of herself in, length pressing against her walls in the most perfect way. Agatha lets out a broken moan as she's filled, cunt clenching around Rio's cock like it's wordlessly begging for more. More that Rio quickly gives her.


Her thrusts aren't exactly fast, but fuck, they're strong. And with the grip Rio has on Agatha's hips, she yanks her back to meet each of them even stronger. Agatha's mouth falls open, her eyes squeezing shut, and a choked out whimper escapes her with every drive of Rio's hips, ever slap of their skin.


"You're so pathetic for me," Rio muses.


Agatha gasps out a moan, nodding her head repeatedly until Rio continues, "Yeah? You're my pathetic girl?"


"Oh, fuck— yes, yes, sir," She whimpers, forehead resting on the mattress.


As she feels the removal of one of Rio's hands at her hips, she groans, craving the touch to return. But she finds she doesn't exactly mind when she feels that hand curl around her throat. When Rio fucks her deeper, cock hitting her cervix with each and every thrust.


And then, she hears Rio's voice, roigh and husky. "Say it."


"I'm—" One of her own sharp moans cuts her off, "fuck, I'm your—" Another, "I'm your pathetic girl, sir."


"Good girl." And Rio's other hand slides up from her hip to between her shoulder blades. She pushes down, and Agatha allows her arms to give way under the pressure, leaving her face and chest pressed into the mattress.


Rio's hand stays there for a few seconds, holding her there, until Agatha gets the message to stay. That hand then returns to her hips, tugging her back with each pump of Rio's cock inside her, while the other stays firmly wrapped around her throat. Not just that, but the hand tightens a little at the sides of her neck.


And then Rio fucks her faster— a constant emptying and filling of her cunt, and Agatha gasps out a loud moan at the sensation. Rio changes her grip slightly, from holding Agatha's hip to grasping the meat of her waist so hard that Agatha thinks it'll bruise. Agatha hopes it'll bruise.


"Rio, Jesus fuck— you feel so good, so, so good, sir." She rasps, followed by a rough moan, muffled where her face falls back onto the bed.


It's not long after that Agatha feels her climax building, warm and steady in her lower stomach. Her breath stutters, and her eyes slip shut again, biting her lip at a particularly hard thrust that has her pushed slightly up the bed.


"Don't stop, I'm close," She pleads, "I'm gonna come, don't st— please, don't stop."


All Rio says is, "Without permission?" But she keeps fucking going. Keeps driving her cock into Agatha, hard and fast and impossibly deep.


Agatha groans again, part pleasure, part frustration. "Fuck— no, please, baby, please let me come, sir, I need to come."


"Hold it for me, sweetheart." Rio murmurs. Her thumb strokes little circles into the skin despite the borderline painful grasp she has on her waist. Like she's soothing her.


A sob rips itself out of Agatha's throat, hands fisting into the bedsheets so hard they almost rip. Worst of all, she feels herself tear up. "No, I can't— I can't sir, I need— please, please, sir, please let me come." Those tears fall from her eyes in her desperation. Humiliating, if you ask her.


Rio's thrusts slow, just ever so slightly, and she leans her body over Agatha's. With the hand around her neck, she carefully lifts Agatha's head up from the bed. "There's those pretty tears." Rio murmurs.


And then, because Rio clearly just wants to kill her, Rio's tongue darts out and catches the tears in their path. Agatha fucking shudders at the feeling, eyes closing. Voice broken, she whispers, "Please."


Rio's lips land on Agatha's cheek, deceptively softly for how hard she's fucking her, for not letting her fucking come. Agatha then allows Rio to push her back down into the bed, still holding her by the neck. She feels Rio's hand disappear from her waist, and only realises where it's gone when she feels it between her legs, two fingers strumming against her clit.


"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck— Rio, sir, please—" She feels herself clenching and fluttering around Rio, right on the edge but her mate still hasn't said she can come. "Please let me— please, my love—"


"Come for me, pretty girl."


And Agatha does, a loud moan, bordering on a scream, tearing from her throat. She clenches on Rio so hard that her mate's thrusts slow slightly, her legs shake, stomach muscles tense harshly. Her mouth opens, but all that really comes out are moans and babbles of something that consists mainly of Rio and fuck and please don't stop, sir.


Rio's fingers soften their pressure on Agatha's clit, working her through her orgasm, but her thrusts stay hard and fast. With all the aftershocks coarsing through her, she's essentially just a whimpering and shaking mess, bottom lip caught between her teeth. She's quite sure that she's still crying into the mattress.


A moment passes before Agatha starts to feel Rio's knot swelling at the base of her cock, pressing against her ass with each pump of her hips. Suddenly, it's all Agatha wants. Rio stretching her open, Rio filling her, Rio's come inside her, Rio, Rio, Rio.


She can feel her mates knot beginning to stretch her, she barely even realises she's begging for it. "Please, please— fuck, sir, you— please."


But then Rio pulls out. Leaving her empty and needy. "No, no— Rio, sir, please,"


She hardly registers that Rio's discarded of the pillows she had been bent over, and flipped her over onto her back, until she's already there and Rio's saying, "Shh, I've got you. Want to look at your face when I knot you."


Her body relaxes. "Please." Agatha says.


Rio leans forwards, kisses her lips once and strokes her hair out of her face, before pushing Agatha's legs up toward her chest and leaning over her. Her calves rest on Rio's shoulders, straining at the backs of her thighs. One of Rio's arms loops possessively around her back, the other hand clasps tightly in her hair.


And then, looking her in the eye, Rio's sliding her cock back into her with one smooth thrust. Agatha exhales shakily, and her hands fly up to Rio's back, nails digging into her skin.


Agatha swears Rio's deeper this time. She might just be imagining it. It might be the pleasant addition of their eyes locked, their arms around eachother. Rio jams her cock deeper in her, the head kissing Agatha's cervix. And Agatha rolls her hips to meet each of those thrusts— thrusts which have Agatha choking out broken moans.


"Gonna breed you so fucking good," Rio mutters, breath hot on Agatha's lips as she whimpers in response. "Fill you with my come. You want that, baby?"


"Yes, sir, yes, please—" Her nails claw at Rio's shoulders so hard that for a moment, she thinks she's made her bleed.


"Yeah?" Rio thrusts harder, knot firmly pressing against her, but Rio doesn't push it in just yet. "You want my knot, cariño, want me to fill you?"


Agatha can just nod— her words don't come out when she opens her mouth, just a breathy moan. Her eyes well up again, a combination of her desperation and the force of the thrusts.


Rio leans closer, forehead resting on Agatha's. "Tell me, baby, use your words."

"Please," Her voice is shakey, "please, I want— need your knot. Please, sir." Two thick tears fall down her cheek.


"You cry so fucking pretty for me, baby." Rio cups that cheek, wiping the tears away with her thumb.


Agatha whimpers as Rio leans forwards, their mouths meeting in a deep, open-mouthed kiss. Rio licks into her mouth, tongue dragging against her own. Among the gasps and moans into Rio's mouth, Agatha rocks her hips, meeting Rio's thrusts and holding her tighter, threading a hand into her mate's hair.


But Rio still hasn't put her fucking knot in her. Agatha groans. "Fuck. I can take it, please. Rio, Rio— sir, please."


"Good girl. I've got you." And one of her hands slips between their bodies, fingers gently circling Agatha's clit to help her take it easier. Not that she needs it— Agatha isn't sure she's ever been this wet in her life.


So, when Rio says, "Tell me if you need to slow down," Agatha's nodding before Rio's even finished her sentence.


"Yes, yes, I know, just—" Agatha whines, "fuck, love, please, knot me, sir, please come inside me."


And Rio finally pushes in. Stretches her open as she slides her knot inside. Agatha's mouth falls open in a silent scream, and she comes unexpectedly at the sensation— gushing around Rio's cock and soaking the bedsheets.


Rio leans forward suddenly, forehead on Agatha's sternum. Moments later, Agatha feels the perfect warmth of Rio's come spurting inside her, painting her walls. As Rio comes, she mouths lazily at Agatha's breasts, dragging her teeth and tongue over her flesh.


Agatha shudders at the combination of it all, coming down from her own orgasm, and holds Rio close as she feels that slight pressure in her lower belly where Rio's come has filled her. She's only just aware of how hot Rio's breath is against her chest, only really registering it whenever Rio nips at her skin.


Rio pulls back slightly, easing Agatha's legs down to stop the strain of her thighs. It leaves Agatha able to lock her legs around Rio's waist, hooking at the ankles, while her hands bury themselves in Rio's hair.


Rio's face shifts to lie in the crook of Agatha's neck, mouthing at the skin there— kissing and licking and sucking. They're just about grinding into eachother, as it's too difficult to do much else whilst Rio's knot is locked inside of Agatha. Not that either of them would complain— this is one of their favourite things.


Agatha gently strokes through Rio's hair as she catches her breath, carefully untangling and soothingly scratching at the nape of her neck. Then she feels some vibrations against her neck, and soon realises that Rio's muttering something against her. Agatha tugs her head up. "What was that, love?"


Brown locks with blue as Rio husks, "Wanna fuck you again when it goes down."


Agatha feels herself involuntarily clench around Rio's cock at the words. She whimpers, "Rio,"


Rio's face just returns to Agatha's neck, nuzzling into her healed mating bite. At first, Agatha doesn't even realise that Rio's grinding her hips again, pushing her cock deeper. She had just registered the way the tip of Rio's dick is deliciously rubbing up against her cervix.


"Don't pretend you don't want it," Rio's teasing breath tickles Agatha's ears as she speaks, "I can still feel your cunt fluttering. You want me to fuck you again so bad, baby."


Agatha's going to go fucking crazy if Rio keeps talking to her like this. "Fuck," She moans, arching her back into Rio's warm body.


And instead of responding, instead of fucking her, Rio's face falls to Agatha's chest. Mouthing at her flesh, sucking marks into her, tongue dragging over her hard nipples, lips enclosing around said nipples and sucking. And despite the fact that Agatha's about to complain, about to get Rio to fuck her, she's moaning and squirming with how good it feels to have Rio's mouth on her.


What makes her start to lose her patience is the fact that Agatha can feel Rio's knot go down, but Rio doesn't move yet. She figures Rio hasn't noticed, since she's so clearly enamoured with her breasts at the moment. And normally, Agatha wouldn't stop her, but she needs to get fucked again.


"Rio," She sighs. But Rio doesn't move. Probably doesn't even notice. "Rio, sweetheart,"


It's only on the third call of Rio's name, joined with a tug on her hair, that Rio pauses her ministrations and looks up. When their eyes meet, Agatha lightly scratches Rio's scalp as she asks, "Can I ride you, darling?"


Agatha watches her mate's pupils dilate in real time, the black swallowing the brown of her irises. Rio glances at Agatha's lips as she speaks. "Beg for me, cariño. Let me hear your pretty voice."


"Please," Agatha whispers, then says a touch louder, "please, let me ride you, sir."


"Good." Rio hums, "My perfect girl." And she tightly grasps Agatha's hips, keeping them firmly pressed together, as she flips over, tugging Agatha to straddle her all while keeping her cock inside her. "Gotta keep you filled up, baby."


Agatha groans out a moan, at both the words and the shift of Rio's cock inside her, rubbing against her g-spot with the motion.


"Go on, mi amor. Take it, take what you need. Give me a show." Rio says, her hands running up and down Agatha's sides.


The movements of Agatha's hips start relatively slow, more just grinding and rocking than actually riding. Though, it quickly increases in both force and speed when Rio's hands cup her breasts, when her fingers are lazily playing with her nipples. Agatha plants her hands on Rio's sternum, using her to hold herself up as she bounces up and down.


"Fuck, Rio, you—" She gasps a moan with the angle she's at, "you're so fucking big, sir. Feels so good." And she feels Rio's hips shift beneath her, fingers pinching her nipples harder.


She's hardly even aware she's still speaking. She's so caught up in her pleasure and need and desperation that she's rambling and she hardly realises. "You stretch me out so good. Love it— love how you feel, sir— love you."


"Fuck, baby, you're so beautiful like this." Rio praises, chest heaving. "Love you too."


Agatha's energy begins to flag a little. She leans forwards more, her hair falling over her face like a curtain, the tips brushing Rio's chest. "Wish I could— fuck," She's cut off with a moan, but she also consciously chooses not to continue the thought.


But then Rio says with that handsome, sultry voice, "Wish you could what, baby? Tell me."


Agatha breaks. "Wish I could just— keep— keep you inside me forever." A sharp moan leaves her throat. "S'like you were meant to be here. Was made for you, I was—"  Another moan, "made for you, baby."


As she speaks, her movements slow more, running on pure need rather than actual energy. Her eyes fall shut, brows furrowed in concentration. She continues to arch her back into Rio's hands on her chest, basking in the attention.


But it's when that contact suddenly leaves, that Agatha opens her eyes. She's about to ask her mate to put them back, to keep touching her— and that's exactly the moment Rio chooses to grab Agatha's hips and roughly thrust her own up into her.


"Ah—! Fuck, Rio, fuck—" Agatha stammers, choking out a moan as she falls forwards, face in the crook of Rio's neck.


As Rio fucks her hard from beneath, one of her hands stays tight on Agatha's hip, while the other splays across her back in a firm, possessive hold. Agatha's moans are muffled against Rio's skin, hands clenched in either Rio's hair or the bedsheets.


This angle has Agatha whining and whimpering into Rio's neck— it's so impossibly deep that she swears she can feel Rio's cock in her stomach. And if she rocks her hips just right, at just the right time, she can brush her clit against Rio's pelvis. The combination of it all just has Agatha thrown toward the edge.


"Shit, baby, I—" She whimpers, "please, sir, I'm close, can I—?"


Rio thankfully doesn't make her wait. "Yes, mi vida, go ahead, come for me. Wanna hear those gorgeous sounds."


Agatha's coming before Rio's stopped speaking— her legs are shaking, cunt pulsing, body going almost completely limp ontop of Rio. She can feel some of her own saliva dripping onto Rio's shoulder with how utterly good it feels. As she's breathing through it, each exhale coming out as a whimper, she feels the swell of Rio's knot press against her entrance again.


She speaks without having a chance to second guess herself, voice rough with pleasure, "Need you to knot me again. Please, sir."


"Fuck, Agatha," Rio moans, pushing her cock deeper with each thrust— Agatha groans as her cunt starts to stretch to accommodate her mate's knot.


"Need you to fill me again, 'til I'm fucking bursting— please, sir." She whines, her lips drag across Rio's throat.


"Yeah, baby, fuck— I've got you." Rio steadies her with hands running from her thighs to her hips, slowly guiding her down.


Agatha pushes herself to sit back up, hands on Rio's shoulders. Her eyes squeeze shut as she grinds down on it, stretches around it with a whimper. She pauses there for a moment, just to feel the stretch of it, the subtle, steady throb of Rio's cock.


"That's it, Agatha, you take it so well, baby." Rio leans up until her mouth reaches Agatha's sternum, lips grazing her skin. "Such a good girl."


And, blushing, Agatha's arms wrap around Rio's neck, forehead landing on Rio's. She lowers herself until she takes it, shuddering as she sits fully on Rio's lap. Rio's hands massage gently at her hips as she breathes, helping her to settle.


It only takes Agatha two squeezes of her cunt to make Rio come, and she holds her as Rio's back arches and her hips jerk up into her slightly. Agatha wants to commit the sound Rio makes to memory. Agatha bites her lip at the feeling of more of Rio filling her.


Suddenly desperate for it, Agatha yanks Rio into a deep kiss, tongues tangling and teeth nipping. It lasts just long enough to have Rio's cock twitching and Agatha clenching around her again. When Agatha pulls away, their lips are slick with saliva, a string connecting them.


Agatha's eyes dart around Rio's face, like she's trying to memorise a face she already has memorised. And then she feels Rio lay a hand over the small swell of Agatha's belly, of Rio's come inside her.


Her breath stutters as Rio says, "You're so full of me, sweetheart."


Agatha lets out a breathy moan and kisses her again. Hard. Hard enough that they fall backwards, Rio's back hitting the mattress with a small thud. Agatha whimpers into the kiss, whimpers as Rio shoves her tongue into her mouth, and she obediently sucks on it, just to hear Rio whimper in return.


Agatha's hips rock mindlessly as her mouth meets Rio's over and over— she delights in the way Rio's hands squeeze her hips tighter whenever she does shift. As Rio scratches at her head and the nape of her neck, Agatha lets out a purr, a little hum against Rio's lips.


The kiss breaks as Rio flips them over again, Agatha relocking her legs around Rio's waist. She inhales when Rio dips her head to her neck, nuzzling against her mating bite and her scent gland. And as Agatha breathes, she catches Rio producing some pheromones. Earthy and sweet and claiming. Like she's—


"Rio, baby, we're already mated, you don't need to scent me." She teases, a low laugh in her throat. But it's clear in her voice— rough and breathless— that's she's absolutely into the possessiveness.


"Don't care." Rio nips at her neck. "I want you to smell like me. You're mine. All mine."


"Yours." Agatha repeats, a hand reaching up to stroke through Rio's hair. Rio hums at this, pleased by both the words and the actions.


Agatha's hips shift again, and she can feel herself clench around Rio's cock, still needing a little more. The fullness has her throbbing desperately, even if Rio's knot has already started to go down, even if Rio's not actively fucking her anymore.


Agatha assumes Rio can feel this too, can smell it in her scent, as she asks, "One more, mi vida?" And Agatha nods, head falling back against the duvet as Rio's hand trails down between their bodies.


It lands deliberately on Agatha's clit with a gentle pressure, and Rio's face remains at Agatha's neck, tongue darting out to drag up her throat. Her fingers circle her clit clockwise, then counterclockwise, then side to side, up and down, strumming— never leaving her in one place for too long. And it works her embarrassingly quickly to her climax.


Agatha comes hard, clenching tightly, milking a minuature orgasm from her mate. Her whimpers fall right into Rio's ear, whose hips roll with the sound, and Agatha's breath hitches at the shift inside her. It's only then that she realises Rio's knot has fully gone down.


Rio's firm touches on Agatha's clit lessen to soft pets, stroking Agatha through her aftershocks until her breathing steadies out. Only then does Rio remove her fingers, bringing them up to her own mouth, licking them clean. Agatha feels her mate's lips press against her throat, still barred, before Rio sits up on her knees, kissing down Agatha's chest as she does.


"Can I pull out, mi amor?" Rio asks, hands laying flat on Agatha's stomach. Agatha shifts slightly under the pressure.


"Yes," Agatha whispers, lifting herself up onto her elbows so that she can watch the moment Rio's cock slips out of her.


Rio pushes Agatha's thighs to spread wider before she pulls out, firmly holding her open as her come spills out of her, warm and wet. Agatha moans softly at the sight and clenches to squeeze more out, and it trickles from her cunt, down past her ass and onto the bedsheets.


"Fuck..." Agatha breathes, voice wavering. When come no longer spills from her, she falls back onto the sheets, closing her eyes— only to be startled as she feels Rio's tongue, soft and wet, dragging between her folds. She gasps, "F— Rio, fuck,"


Agatha's hand instinctively slides into Rio's hair, gripping tightly and just barely guiding her movements. Between licks, a pair of Rio's fingers glide through her, collecting some of the come before fingering it back into her. Agatha sighs contently.


When Rio pulls back, gives one last drag of her tongue, slides her fingers out, Agatha's quick to lean forwards, grab Rio's wrist and take those fingers in her mouth. She hums at the taste of both herself and her mate, combined into something so fucking addicting that Agatha doesn't want anything else.


"You're so fucking perfect." Rio mutters, eyes locked on her own fingers disappearing into Agatha's mouth.


The moment Agatha lets Rio drop her fingers out of her mouth, Rio's rushing forwards and capturing her lips in a harsh kiss. Her hands gently caress her hips, her sides, shoulders, neck— contrasting the way she had fucked her only five minutes prior.


Agatha moans into it, losing herself in the warmth of Rio's body, the rhythm of her lips and tongue. Her hands cup Rio's cheeks, thumbs brushing over her skin, holding her close. It slows, turning gentle and deliberate and delicate, memorising eachother's mouths— taste and feeling.


Rio breaks the kiss with a sigh, nudging their noses together, before leaning up and kissing Agatha's forehead. Her voice is soft when she says, "I'm gonna go get some water, baby."


Agatha smiles and nods, voice raspy, "Okay, love," and keeps her hands on Rio, only until Rio gets too far that her hands drop back onto the bed.


Agatha exhales deeply, laying splayed on the bed, feeling so completely fucked that the ache in her body only gives her that warm, fuzzy feeling in her chest. Some pheromones release against her will, sweet and floral and citrusy, and she allows her eyes to slip shut again.


When Rio returns, she has two glasses of water and a small bowl of fruit— Agatha sees it consists of strawberries, mango and apple, sliced into small, bitesized pieces. Rio sets those on the table before kneeling down and retrieving some wipes and bruise cream from the bottom drawer of their bedside table.


Agatha shamelessly watches as Rio climbs back onto the bed and gentle spreads Agatha's legs again, whilst simultaneously collecting a wipe from it's packet. She sighs happily as Rio cleans her, delicately around her centre, avoiding her clit. Her own hand brushes along Rio's— the one which is sat at her knee, keeping her pried open as she cleans Agatha's inner thighs.


"You did so good, baby." Rio says, squeezing her knee— the love evident in her tone. "Always so good for me."


Agatha feels her cheeks warm, and she mutters shyly, "Thank you, my love."


Rio then disposes of the wipe and takes the bruise cream, squeezing a little out onto her finger. And then, she massages it carefully into Agatha's side, her hips, and— oh. Agatha didn't realise Rio had been holding her that hard. Not that she's complaining.


"I didn't hurt you too much, did I?" Rio asks once she's done, lightly tracing the bruises.


"No, my love." Agatha sighs fondly, a soft smile playing at her lips. "It was perfect."


Rio returns the smile, then moves behind Agatha, her own back against the headboard, and helps her to sit up. Agatha lets herself be tugged backwards until her back presses against her mate's chest— until her head tucks against Rio's collarbones. One of her hands reach up to play with the strand of Rio's hair that falls beside her face, twirling it around her fingers.


And, fuck, Agatha's never been more grateful that Rio's not a typical alpha, who'll just fuck off into the next room after fucking their omega into the mattress. No, Rio actually cares. Loves her.


Agatha can feel Rio's body strain a little, like she's reaching for something, and she only registers what Rio's doing once her mate places a glass of water into her hands. When Agatha lifts it to her lips, though, it wobbles a little with the tremble remaining in her hands from her last orgasm. Rio's hands are there in a split-second, covering her own and helping her lift the glass to her mouth. Agatha squeezes Rio's thigh as a thank you.


"You feeling okay?" Rio asks after feeding her a piece of mango. Her hands shortly return to stroking her hair, and her lips press against her shoulder in a gentle kiss.


"Yes, baby." Agatha murmurs. "Very okay."


"Do you need anything?"


Agatha tries to bites at her lip to stop her smile from spreading, but falls unsuccessful. "Nothing you don't already have. You're perfect."


And they sit for a while in comfortable silence. Rio continues to feed Agatha pieces of fruit, help her with her water. While Agatha lets herself be taken care of. The only time Agatha speaks again, if when she feels her eyelids growing heavier, and she yawns.


"This is certainly going to be a tiring few days." She mutters, in reference to her heat.


"I don't hear you complaining." Rio quips, tilting her head to kiss Agatha's jawline.


"No," Agatha sighs, feigning exasperation, "you don't. And I'm not. I already told you— I wish I could keep you inside me forever."


Rio groans. "Don't say things like that. I'll need to fuck you again."


Agatha chuckles. A little snort escapes her, and she feels Rio's cheeks widen into a smile with the way their heads are against eachother. "That's not the threat you think it is, sweetheart."


Rio's hands knead into the muscle of Agatha's shoulders, gently massaging. "No, it's really not." She murmurs.


And Rio pulls her closer, wrapping her arms fully around her body as Agatha gets herself more comfortable, turning onto her side. Her temple presses a little sharply into the jut of Rio's collarbone, but she doesn't mind, not when Rio's holding her like this.


"Rest, mi amor. Close your pretty eyes." Rio says. Agatha hums in response, tired, and lets her eyes fall shut with that pleasant ache in her body.