-You need blood.
-I'm fine. – your hunger was becoming a madness, but you wouldn't give in, that's what they wanted. They wanted you to kill her so they could later kill you under the laws of the Church, well, their laws more like it. You could hear the blood rushing through Agatha's veins, but you wouldn't eat.
-You are not. Drink me, just a bit, enough to get by.
-I can't. If I start, I won't stop.
-Y/N, please, we've been through this before, it's the 21st century. You won't kill me.
-Some things don't change, and this is one of them. If I start, I won't stop until you are dead, and I'm not doing it. SWORD wants you gone, and they want me to do their dirty work. You attacked an Avenger, that's all they need to destroy you, otherwise, why are we in a magic-proof cell in their headquarters?
-Wanda won't let them do this, she needs me.
-She won't come! She trapped you in your own mind to punish you!
-But she didn't kill me! – a trapdoor on the ceiling opened, a bucket filled with a deep crimson red liquid falling all over Agatha, soaking her, the trapdoor closing, a voice speaking through the intercom: "Just finish her, creature". Your nostrils picked the scent, blood, pigs' blood, soaking through her clothes, all over Agatha's skin. Your instincts and hunger were trying so hard to come to the surface, but you couldn't have it. Kneeling on the other side of the room, far from her, you fought with yourself. It was hard and painful, your most primitive part crawling to the surface as you tried to keep it at bay, but the scent… She's not food, she's your mate, your pair. That was the only clear thought you had in your starving person, control slipping through your fingers, your fangs sharp and white, shinning from your agape mouth as you panted, your hands white as you tried to grip the floor, the stone breaking underneath your pressure. The intercom spoke again: "Dinner's been served, just eat her". That was all you needed to lose it completely, your eyes changing to the brightest emerald green any human had ever seen.
Standing up and at the speed of light, you pressed Agatha against the wall, making her yelp in pain, the stone cracking from the force. You heard laughs coming from behind you, the smell of human becoming more pertinent as the voices became more and louder. She's your mate, she's your pair… The thought was the only clear thing in your mind except for another word: drink. Turning around you ran towards the wall, punching the stone, a huge hole smashed on it, blocks of rock landing over computers and people. The room was dark, perfect for you, you loved to stalk your victims before murdering them ruthlessly, and that was your main plan. Counting briefly, you saw four men, one already dead underneath the wall. Running towards the closest one you sank your fangs in his neck, drinking as fast as you could, his screams growing quiet after just a few minutes, his body going limp, drained. A purple chain stopped the other three from leaving, a macabre scene playing in front of them.
Agatha was still covered in blood, purple clouds in her hands, a malicious smirk on her lips as she eyed you, your blood-covered mouth smiling. With a nod from her head you jumped towards the next closest man, the two others jumping over stones as they pulled and pushed on the door, but it didn't even flinch. As if you were drinking water after a long run you were done with all of them in just under five minutes, your head drunk from the blood as you turned to look at Agatha. She was now clean, as if the incident with the bucket had never happened, her fingertips just a bit grey, a playful smile on her lips. Now that you were full, the thirst for blood was gone, but a new thirst was settling in. You were hiding in the shadows, but you knew she could sense you even if she couldn't see you.
-Come on, come on… Y/N… Come out to play. – Slowly, almost painfully she pushed her sweater off her body over her head, a thin purple shirt covering her gorgeous body. You could smell her, her excitement, not her arousal, not yet at least. You walked around in the darkness, your shoes giving her your position, but she didn't move as you stalked her. She always found it extremely hot when you were eyeing her, drinking in her body, as you remained in the shadows. She just never knew what to expect. A deep growl coming from your throat made her shiver, her chest rising and falling in anticipation.
Jumping out of nowhere you pushed her against the wall, again, but this time you were more gentle, gaining a yelp of pain mixed with a moan from her as you kissed and sucked on her pulse point, your fangs brushing against it making her shiver and moan under your ministrations.
-Wait. Y/N, wait. – pulling away you growled as she stopped your hands from unbuttoning her shirt. – They most certainly don't need a show like this. We are the only ones who get to enjoy it, buttercup.
With just a swift movement from her wrist, the cameras that filled every corner in the room were disconnected, the lights getting turned off along with the security system. In the darkness that now enfolded them both, you could feel the very essence of Agatha, her lavender perfume, how her breath was coming in short huffs in anticipation of what you were going to do to her, her warm skin making a contrast with your cold hands, her magic pulsating through her veins as free as a bird for the first time in almost three months. She was feeling powerful as if she could overcome anything, her magic making her feel alive, almost as much as you could get her to feel. With quiet snaps small purple fires filled the room, floating at different heights bringing a dark purple glow to the room.
Now that you two were alone in a hot environment that could light a fire you pressed your body against hers, your mouth returning to her pulse point, this time biting ever so slightly, which caused Agatha to moan loudly as your hands worked on her shirt, your very skilled fingers working extremely slowly on each and every one of them. For Agatha, it was just plain torture. She was already very excited, you could make her feel like she was about ready to do anything just with a couple of kisses, maybe it was the fact that since you were a vampire, a dark creature, a dangerous being and she was drawn to darkness like moths to light it just aroused her even more if that's possible. Once you finished the last button she moved her shoulders to try and help you take it off, your lips tracing the newly exposed skin, the feeling of Agatha's beating heart underneath her porcelain skin causing you to grab her hips harder than you normally would, but you wanted to give her the best time ever, after all, you two had been apart for three months, Wanda's spell having erased every trace of your persona in Agnes' mind. If only SWORD had come earlier and used that stupid gem to lift the spell, it would have given you enough time to take her away before they had arrested you. Stupid humans. They just would never learn.
Just the thought of how powerless you had felt during all this time as you tried to no vail to bring your Agatha back made you so angry that if you had the option of bringing Hayward to watch how much you adored this witch, how you would make love to her over and over until she couldn't remember her name and couldn't walk you would do it. That would show them how much you were willing to do for her, but she wanted this to be between the two of you, and so it would be. Digging your sharp nails onto her freshly exposed hip skin it drew a hiss from her lips which made you raise your head to see that soft purple glow in her eyes. As long as she could remember the safe word, everything was fine. Your hands traced the waist of her black pants, your eyes still locked on hers as Agatha moved her hips forward to make contact with yours.
Out of the blue, your ears picked up the sound of an alarm, probably because of what Agatha had done to the security system, but no one was taking this moment from you. Now that she had her magic back in full you could continue doing just what you had been doing two minutes ago, pushing the black pants off of her as slowly as you could, your lips returning to the freshly exposed skin of her chest and belly, she could handle these men even if you had your head in between her legs. She had the most astonishing control over her powers you had ever seen. She grabbed your hair as you continued to work your way down her body, her pants brushing over her black lacy panties. You could smell her arousal now, full as her legs escaped their confinement, her bare feet making it so easy for you to just pull them out with one quick movement. The contact of your cold hands roaming all over her body made her breath get hitched in her throat.
-Look at me. – your hoarse voice made her look down at your face which was just a few inches from her very soaked panties. – They are coming. I can hear them.
-Fuck them. – her eyes were dark, the flesh that you had kissed was now red, flushed, her breasts trying do hard to escape her purple bra. She really had something for that colour, not that you were complaining, she looked like fire in it.
-Oh no, flower. That's what I'm going to do to you. – you kissed her belly, licking the soft skin there, making your way down to the waistband of her underwear, nipping the sensitive skin that laid just above it, your fangs brushing it as you bit just enough to leave a soft mark. Your words had sent a shiver down her spine, making the fire that she felt in between her legs even worse, your hands gripping painfully the sides of her thighs. – Aggie, they are coming, should we go?
-What?! Hell no. We are not going until we are finished. No one is going to bother us, trust me.
-Good, because I don't think I can keep on smelling you and not taste how delicious you are.
With a newfound wave of anger and arousal, you ripped her panties off of her, the sound of ripping fabric making Agatha shake slightly, her wet folds just a few inches from your face, but you rose from the floor, claiming her mouth as your fingers unclasped her bra, leaving her naked in front of you, the soft purple glow from the floating fires making her skin dance with the light and the shadows. She could taste the blood of those men in your mouth, the metallic taste something she was used to after such a long time with you, the feeling of your fangs on her tongue, your nails scratching her back. Lifting her off the floor you pressed her back on the wall, your kisses tracing her neck, her clavicles until you reached the top of her breasts. Licking the skin there one of your hands left her tight ass and started kneading her right breast and you sucked and twirled her left nipple in your mouth. Her moans had started out as quiet noises, almost unhearable for a human, for you though they were loud enough, but as your mouth worked its magic, your flesh kneading the exposed flesh they became loud enough for anyone close to the room to hear. When you let go of her nipple, she moaned in protest but quickly quieted as you switched to her right side, biting it just a bit, causing a flash of pleasure to rush through Agatha's entire being, a quiet scream leaving her reddened lips. Grabbing her by the ass you pulled her away from the wall, Agatha instinctively wrapping her arms around your neck as you laid her on top of her own clothes on the floor. They hadn't even given you a bed those stupid soldiers, you would deal with them sometime, just not at the moment. Placing yourself in between her legs you started at her for several minutes, leaving feather touches over her arms, her torso, her thighs. She moved her hips trying to get some sort of friction in her needed area, but you placed one of your hands over it, pinning her in place. With a magically rounded and short nailed hand, you made your way to her inner thighs, scratching just enough to draw a sound from her lips, but not a real moan, then suddenly, taking her completely by surprise you cupped her sex, your fingers moving over her very wet folds avoiding her bundle of nerves on purpose. It caused her to stop breathing for a few seconds before the first raw moan escaped her throat.
You were so incredibly turned on, but you would not enjoy your own pleasure until she had experienced her own. Brushing your thumb over her clit she bit her lower lip as not to scream. Oh, so you were playing this game, now you were determined to make her scream. Kneeling in between her legs you pressed both your hands on her hips, your tongue licking her softly. The next second you found yourself completely naked, a vanishing purple cloud over your body before Agatha's hands came to rest on your hair, keeping you in place as you entered her as deep as you could with your tongue, but you knew it wasn't enough, she needed more. Bringing one of your hands down you pulled out, the cold air hitting her, making her moan in displeasure before you entered two fingers, her eyes rolling to the back of her head just for a few seconds. Kneeling back down your tongue worked with feather touches over her clit as you pumped in and out of her, moans and squeaks leaving her mouth as you worked efficiently, but soon the grip on your hair became harder, your mouth hard on her clit and you sucked and bit it, curling your fingers just enough to hit that sweet spot inside her. Her breath became ragged, rapid, the grip on your hair almost painful as she felt that white pleasure growing so quickly. With the loudest scream, you could recall she had ever made she came, squirting all over your face and floor, her body shaking violently, but you didn't stop, you kept on pumping, your mouth still around her overstimulated clit.
-Fuck, Y/N… St.. Sto.. Oh FUCK! – another gave overcame her entire being, a new round of wetness leaving her body as it shook so much you had to press hard to keep her in place. Her throat was sore from the screams, but you still had your fingers inside her. – Please. Fuck.
-I'm going to make you cum so many times you won't be able to walk Aggie. – using your super-speed, you pumped inside her again, your mouth still circling her clit faster than ever. It was even more arousing the fact that there were over twenty men on the other side of the magically chained door trying to figure out how to get inside while you were inside your wife, bringing her the best pleasure she had experienced in months, maybe even years. You were wet, aroused beyond possible, but you continued your ministrations. She came just a few seconds later, a moaned scream escaping her lips, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she squirted for the second time in less than five minutes. Deciding this was enough for the time being, you pulled out, watching her as she rode out her orgasm, letting go of your hair to place both her hands in between her legs as she pressed them together, still shaking violently, turning to her side. After a few minutes, she seemed to have finally finished, her hands helping her sit on the floor, as you crawled over her lap, taking her face in between your hands.
-Holy shit, we have to do this more often, hon.
-Who says I'm done with you, flower? Open the door for them, let them see us before you take us home.
-What about you? You are so… - her hand cupped your own wetness making your hips buckle down, trying to get as much friction as you could, but you had other plans. Plans that involved ropes.
-You'll take care of me when we get home. Let's mock them. I know you want to.
With a smirk on her lips, she waved her hand, the chains disappearing, the door opening wide. A group of around ten men with Hayward as the leader entered the room. They stopped dead in their tracks when they saw the four dead men, their heads turning to look at the two naked women bathed in purple light, Agatha sitting on the floor, you on her lap. Hayward was about to talk when he saw you two and stopped, his eyes growing wide.
-Like what you see? Your four men dead and us still alive or just us? - Agatha caressed your cheeks softly not looking at him. - Maybe you like the fact that your plan didn't work.
-Well, I must thank you for one thing Hayward. - you turned your head, smiling at him, your fangs sharp, dangerous. - You gave me my wife. And in the room where I was supposed to kill her, I gave her the best orgasms she has ever had. Love to repeat it sometime.
-Same. Goodbye. – flipping your finger at him, you saw a cloud of purple smoke surrounding you both. Just before you two vanished into thin air back to your cottage you kissed her. If you were going to give them a view to remember, let's do it properly. Agatha laughed, that deep witchy laugh that you loved so much as you claimed her mouth, leaving an empty spot in the cell, the only witness of what had happened between the two of you was the puddle of transparent liquid that laid in the middle of the room.