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Agatha Harkness, her hair disheveled and cheeks flushed, lay sprawled across the bed, her chest heaving with the last gasps of passion. Her eyes met Rio's, the young woman's own eyes glinting with a mischievous spark.
“Care for her to join?” She said, still leaning against the doorframe, next to a baffled but notably aroused Wanda.
Rio’s smirk grew wider, her eyes gliding over Wanda’s form, taking in the tight dress that clung to her curves. She stepped into the room, her hips swaying with a confidence that could make the most stoic of individuals weak in the knees.
“I think we can all agree that a little company never hurt anybody,” Rio purred, moving closer to the bed.
Wanda, still in shock, felt the heat rise in her cheeks. Her heart raced as she took in the sight of the two powerful witches before her. She had never felt so vulnerable, yet strangely excited. The air in the room was thick with desire, and she couldn’t deny that she was intrigued by the proposition.
Agatha propped herself up on one elbow, eyeing Wanda with a knowing smile. "Rio, darling," she began, her voice velvety, "You know the rules. If she's to join us, she's to understand that she's on loan. You are mine."
Rio's eyes glinted with amusement as she nodded. "Of course, Agatha," she replied, her tone playful and respectful. "But I thought you might like a taste of the new neighbor."
Agatha studied Wanda, whose eyes had grown dark with a mix of desire and uncertainty. She knew the Scarlet Witch's power was unrivaled, but the girl had a lot to learn about the complexities of love and lust. With a sly smile, she patted the empty space on the bed beside her, inviting Wanda closer. "Come," she said, "I'll show you how we play."
Wanda took a tentative step forward, her knees slightly wobbly. She felt a thrill of excitement and fear as she approached the bed. Agatha's hand reached out to caress her cheek, the touch gentle yet firm, a silent promise of the pleasure that awaited her.
The young witch's eyes wandered over the two naked women before her. Rio's body was sleek and toned, her breasts firm and her hips curving in a way that made Wanda's own body ache. Agatha's figure was more mature, yet equally alluring with her fuller curves and the way she carried herself with an air of confidence that could only come from years of experience. The sight of them together was intoxicating, and Wanda couldn't help but feel like she was about to dive into the deep end of a pool she hadn't even realized existed.
Agatha's hand slid down to Wanda's neck, tracing the line of her collarbone before moving to the zipper of her dress. With a single, smooth motion, she unzipped it, allowing the fabric to fall away and expose her to the cool air of the room. Wanda felt the weight of their gazes upon her as she stepped out of the dress, her body trembling slightly. The two witches shared a knowing look, and Agatha's smile grew more seductive.
Rio took the cue, approaching Wanda from behind, her breath hot on her neck. She whispered sweet nothings into Wanda's ear, sending shivers down her spine as her hands began to explore the newly exposed skin. Wanda's breath hitched as Rio's fingers danced along the edge of her bra, teasing her before finally unhooking it, letting her breasts spill free. The young witch's eyes closed as Rio's lips trailed kisses down her shoulder, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
Agatha, meanwhile, took Wanda's hand and brought it to her own chest, guiding her to feel the warmth and weight of her breasts. Wanda's touch was tentative at first, but Agatha's encouraging murmurs and the heat between them grew bolder, until Wanda was kneading and exploring with surprising enthusiasm. The sensation of another woman's touch was new and electrifying, sending jolts of pleasure through her body that she had never felt before.
Rio's hands slid around Wanda's waist, her own desire palpable as she moved closer, her naked body pressing against Wanda's back. The three of them formed a tangled web of limbs and passion, each one eager to explore the others. Wanda felt a hand slip down her stomach, and she gasped as Rio's fingers brushed against her already damp panties. She bit her lip, trying to contain the moan that threatened to escape as Rio's touch grew more insistent.
Agatha leaned in, capturing Wanda's mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. Wanda melted into it, her tongue dancing with the older witch's as their hands continued to explore each other's bodies. Agatha's touch grew bolder, her thumb circling Wanda's erect nipple, sending waves of pleasure through her. Wanda's hands found Rio's waist, pulling her closer as the kiss grew more intense.
The room was a symphony of soft moans and sighs as the three of them moved in perfect harmony. Rio's hand slid down Wanda's body, slipping under the fabric of her panties, her touch feather-light yet firm. Wanda's hips rocked back into Rio's, seeking more of the exquisite friction that was driving her wild. Agatha watched with hooded eyes, her own passion spiking as she felt the energy between them build.
Wanda's eyes fluttered open as Agatha broke the kiss, her gaze locked onto Wanda's as she took over from Rio. She slid her hand down, her fingers delving into the wet warmth, making Wanda gasp and arch her back. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt, and she couldn't help but let the pleasure wash over her as Agatha's skilled fingers worked their magic. Rio took advantage of Wanda's exposed neck, her teeth grazing the skin, making Wanda's body shiver with delight.
Agatha's thumb found Wanda's clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles that made Wanda's legs wobble. She felt like she was going to collapse under the onslaught of sensation, but the firm pressure of Rio's body against her back held her upright. The young witch's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth forming a silent "Oh" as Agatha's touch grew more insistent. Wanda's breathing grew ragged, her chest heaving as she approached the precipice of ecstasy.
Rio's teeth grazed Wanda's earlobe, her voice a low growl as she whispered, "You're so beautiful, darling." Wanda could feel the younger witch's own arousal pressing into her back, her hips moving in a rhythm that mirrored Agatha's hand. The sensation was overwhelming, a maelstrom of pleasure that was both terrifying and exhilarating. She didn't know if she could take much more.
Agatha's eyes never left Wanda's, the hunger in them growing with every gasp and whimper she elicited. With a wicked smile, she slid a second finger inside her, the sudden fullness making Wanda's legs buckle. Rio caught her, her arms wrapping around Wanda's waist, supporting her as Agatha's other hand slid up to play with her sensitive clit. The dual sensation was exquisite, and Wanda knew she was close to shattering.
Rio's teeth grazed Wanda's ear, her voice a seductive purr. "Let's get these off," she murmured, her hands moving to the waistband of Wanda's panties. She slid them down with a teasing slowness, her eyes never leaving Wanda's as the fabric slithered down her legs. Wanda stepped out of them, leaving her completely bare before the two powerful witches.
Agatha's eyes darkened with lust as she took in the sight of Wanda's naked body. She traced a line from Wanda's navel to the apex of her thighs, her fingertip lingering just above the soft curls of her mound. "You are indeed a vision," she whispered, her voice thick with desire.
Rio's hands moved to Wanda's hips, guiding her to the edge of the bed. Agatha leaned back, watching the two of them with a predatory gaze. "Take her," she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument. Rio obeyed, her hands sliding around Wanda's waist, pulling her closer until she was standing between her legs.
Wanda's eyes were hazy with lust as she looked down at Rio, who was now kneeling before her. The young witch leaned in, her breath hot against Wanda's skin as she kissed a trail from her navel to the top of her thighs. Her tongue darted out, tracing the line of Wanda's pussy, making her gasp and tremble. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, but Rio was in no hurry.
With a flick of her tongue, Rio tasted Wanda's sweetness, and Wanda's knees buckled. Agatha's hand shot out to steady her, a knowing smile on her lips as she watched the scene unfold. Rio's mouth moved in slow, deliberate strokes, her tongue exploring every inch of Wanda's folds, her teeth grazing gently on her clit, making her squirm and whimper. Wanda's hands found Rio's hair, her grip tightening as the pleasure grew more intense.
Feeling bold, Wanda lifted one leg and placed it over Rio's shoulder, opening herself up completely to the younger witch's ministrations. The move was surprisingly natural, driven by a primal need she didn't know she had. Rio took the invitation, her hands moving to support Wanda's thighs, her mouth working faster and more insistently. Wanda's breathing grew more erratic, her moans louder, as the tension within her built.
Agatha, watching from the bed, grew wetter by the second, her own hand sliding down to pleasure herself. She couldn't help but be impressed by the raw power that Wanda exuded, even as she succumbed to the pleasure. The sight of her young rival experiencing such bliss was intoxicating. Her eyes never left Wanda's, the connection between them palpable even as Rio's tongue worked its magic.
Rio, feeling the urgency in Wanda's trembling body, decided it was time to take things up a notch. She pushed aside the last of Wanda's inhibitions, sliding her tongue inside her, the wetness enveloping her in a warm embrace. Wanda's head fell back, a keening sound escaping her as Rio's tongue danced against her inner walls. It was a feeling unlike anything she had ever experienced, a mix of pleasure and submission that sent shockwaves through
her body.
Agatha watched with a mix of envy and pride as Rio pleasured Wanda, her own desire reaching new heights. The way Wanda's body reacted to Rio's touch was mesmerizing, and she could feel the power building in the room. The energy was palpable, a potent mix of lust and magic that seemed to hum in the very air around them. It was clear that Rio was a natural, her movements confident and skilled, and Wanda was responding in a way that Agatha had never seen before.
The moment Wanda's eyes rolled back in her head, Agatha knew it was happening. Rio's tongue worked tirelessly, stroking and teasing until Wanda could take no more. The young witch's scream was like a siren's call, a declaration of pure ecstasy that seemed to resonate within the very fabric of reality. Wanda's body convulsed as she climaxed, her hips bucking against Rio's face, her juices flowing freely into the eager mouth of the young witch.
With a sly grin, Agatha slithered off the bed like a serpent, moving behind Wanda's quivering form. She reached out, her own hunger demanding to be sated. Her tongue snaked around Wanda's clit, tasting the sweetness of her release, and Wanda's legs gave out entirely. Rio held her upright, her own desire spiking as she felt the tremors of Wanda's orgasm reverberate through her.
Wanda's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking with Rio's, the fire in them speaking volumes.
With newfound confidence, Wanda straddled Rio's face, her knees pressing into the soft pillows on either side of her head. Rio's eyes fluttered closed in anticipation as Wanda's soft pink folds descended upon her, the scent of desire intoxicating. Wanda felt a thrill as she positioned herself, her own arousal still pulsing through her veins.
Agatha took the opportunity to claim her prize, her tongue sliding between Rio's thighs, tasting the sweetness that was uniquely hers. She moaned in satisfaction as Rio's hips bucked up to meet her mouth, her own need growing with every stroke. Wanda's eyes widened with fascination as she watched the experienced witch at work, her own body responding to the sight and scent of passion.
Wanda took a moment to appreciate the view, the contrast of Agatha's mature body against Rio's youthful form a feast for her senses. She straddled Rio's face, her thighs tightening around the other woman's head as she began to rock her hips. Rio's mouth opened eagerly, welcoming Wanda's wetness with a moan that vibrated through her entire body. Wanda felt a strange sense of power as she took control, the feeling of Rio's tongue on her clit an exhilarating sensation.
Agatha, not to be outdone, buried her face between Rio's legs, her tongue delving into the younger witch's depths with a hunger that spoke of a long-suppressed need. Rio's legs wrapped around Agatha's head, pulling her in deeper as Wanda began to grind against her face. The sounds of their mingled pleasure filled the room, a symphony of passion that seemed to echo through the very walls.
Wanda's moans grew louder as she took control, her hips moving in a rhythm that sent shockwaves through Rio's body. Each thrust brought her closer to the edge, her breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps as she felt her climax building once more. Agatha's mouth worked in tandem with Wanda's movements, her tongue swirling and stroking, never letting the pressure ease for a moment.
Rio's eyes rolled back in her head, her body arching off the bed. The sensation of Wanda's weight above her, her wetness coating her face, was almost too much to handle. She could feel her own orgasm approaching, a crescendo of pleasure that was so intense it was almost painful. Her hips bucked wildly, her muscles tightening around Agatha's tongue as she chased the release that was just out of reach.
Agatha, feeling the tension in Rio's body, knew the younger witch was close. She redoubled her efforts, her tongue sliding deep inside her, curling and stroking until Rio's cries grew frantic. The sound of Wanda's moans above them only served to spur her on, the symphony of desire driving her own need higher.
Rio's body tightened, her muscles spasming around Agatha's tongue as she reached the peak of her climax. Wanda's rhythm faltered for a moment as she watched the display, the sight of Rio's pleasure pushing her own desire to new heights. Agatha, relentless in her pursuit, brought Rio to a shattering orgasm, her body convulsing beneath her as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.
As Rio's cries of ecstasy filled the air, Agatha pulled away, her chin glistening with the evidence of her handiwork. She looked up at Wanda, her eyes dark with satisfaction and a hint of challenge. Wanda felt her own body respond, a fresh wave of arousal washing over her as she stared at the powerful woman who had just claimed her lover's body so completely.
Wanda leaned down, her eyes locked with Agatha's, and captured her in a fiery kiss. The older witch's taste was intoxicating, a heady mix of power and desire that sent Wanda spiraling. Their tongues danced together, each seeking dominance, a silent battle of wills that only served to stoke the fires between them.
Rio watched, her chest heaving with the aftermath of her own climax, as the two powerful witches kissed above her. The sight was more erotic than she could have ever imagined, a blend of passion and raw power that made her own desire rekindle. Her hands moved to Wanda's hips, urging her to continue, to take what she wanted.
Agatha's hand reached up to cup Wanda's breast, her thumb flicking the nipple as their kiss grew more desperate. Wanda moaned into Agatha's mouth, her body begging for release. The tension in the room was palpable, a storm of desire and magic brewing just beneath the surface.
Without warning, Agatha's teeth sank into Wanda's sensitive flesh, the sharp bite of pain mingling with the sweetness of pleasure. Wanda's body jolted, a keening cry escaping her as the sensation sent her spiraling over the edge. Her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave, crashing into her with a force that stole her breath. She trembled in Agatha's embrace, her body wracked with spasms of ecstasy.
Rio, watching with wide eyes, could feel the energy in the room spike as Wanda's climax rippled through them all. Her own body responded in kind, her core clenching with the need for release. She reached up, her hands tangling in Agatha's hair, urging the older witch to continue her relentless assault on Wanda's breasts.
Agatha's eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as she broke the kiss, her teeth releasing Wanda's bruised nipple. She took a moment to lick the wound, savoring the taste of victory. "You see, darling," she murmured against Wanda's skin, "I knew you had it in you."
Wanda's breath was still ragged as she looked down at Rio, whose eyes were smoldering with a hunger that mirrored her own. The young witch reached up, her hand sliding over Wanda's stomach and down to her still-throbbing clit. The contact was electric, sending a fresh jolt of pleasure through her. Wanda's hips rolled into the touch, a silent plea for more.
Agatha, noticing the unspoken request, sat up and leaned over the side of the bed. Her hand glowed with an eerie light, and with a flick of her wrist, a strap-on appeared in her grip. She smirked at Wanda's wide-eyed look, a twinkle of mischief in her eye. "Time to show you the full extent of our powers, my dear," she said, her voice a sultry purr.
Wanda's heart raced as Agatha slipped the strap-on into place, the feel of the cool leather against her skin a stark contrast to the heat of the room. Rio's eyes grew dark with anticipation, her body quivering with excitement as she watched the scene unfold. Wanda's eyes never left Agatha's as the older witch positioned herself behind her, the strap-on's tip nudging against her entrance.
With a firm push, Agatha filled Wanda completely, making her gasp and tense. Wanda's eyes widened, and she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before, a mix of pain and pleasure that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Agatha leaned in close, her breath hot against Wanda's ear. "Relax, darling," she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper. "Let yourself feel."
Slowly, Wanda's body began to adjust to the new sensation, the strap-on stretching her in a way that was both uncomfortable and incredibly arousing. Agatha's hips rocked into her, setting a rhythm that made Wanda's legs tremble. She felt the beginnings of another orgasm building deep within her, the intensity of it threatening to consume her.
Rio, eager to be part of the experience, leaned up and captured Wanda's mouth in a kiss that was both gentle and demanding. Her hands moved to Wanda's hips, guiding the older witch's movements, urging her to go deeper, faster. Wanda's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the younger witch's tongue slide against hers, the sensation of being filled and claimed by Agatha while simultaneously pleasuring Rio sending her spiraling.
Agatha's magic swirled around the room, the air thick with power and desire. She used her strap-on with an expert touch, each stroke building upon the last, pushing Wanda closer and closer to the edge. Wanda's moans grew muffled as Rio's kisses grew more urgent, her hands tangling in Wanda's hair, pulling her closer to her own wetness.
Wanda, lost in the haze of pleasure, took Rio's cue and lowered her mouth to the younger witch's eager pussy. The taste was addictive, a heady mix of desire and need that Wanda hadn't known existed. Her tongue danced over Rio's clit, the sounds of their combined pleasure filling the air like a song. Rio's hips rocked against Wanda's face, urging her on as Agatha's strap-on filled her from behind.
Agatha leaned in, her breath hot and moist against Wanda's ear. "You like that, don't you?" she purred, her voice dripping with lust. "Feeling me fill you up while you taste Rio's sweetness." Wanda's breath hitched as Agatha's words sent a fresh wave of arousal through her. She nodded, unable to form coherent words as she continued to pleasure Rio.
Agatha's hand slid around Wanda's waist, her fingers finding their way to Rio's clit, which was already swollen and begging for attention. "Tell me," she whispered, her strokes inside Wanda growing more insistent, "tell me how much you want to make her come apart in your mouth."
Wanda moaned, the sound muffled by Rio's flesh, as she felt Agatha's grip tighten on her hips. She could feel the older witch's excitement building with every stroke of her own tongue, and she knew that Agatha was getting off on watching her pleasure another woman. "I want it," Wanda managed to murmur, her voice thick with need. "I want to taste her."
Agatha's dirty talk grew more explicit, her words painting a vivid picture of the passionate scene playing out before them. "Tell me, Wanda," she hissed, her voice a dark symphony of lust, "can you feel how wet she is for you? Can you feel how much she wants you to make her scream?" Wanda's eyes met Rio's, the younger witch's gaze hazed with desire. The connection between them was unmistakable, a bond forged in the fires of their shared passion.
Rio's hips began to rock in sync with Agatha's thrusts, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. Her eyes never left Wanda's, the intensity of their shared gaze a silent communication that spoke volumes. Wanda felt a newfound sense of power, a thrilling mix of dominance and submission that had her blood racing. She lapped at Rio's clit with renewed vigor, her own pleasure building as she felt Agatha's strap-on sliding in and out of her.
Agatha's voice grew huskier, her words a seductive whisper in Wanda's ear. "Do you want me to fill you up, darling?" she asked, her hand moving to Wanda's flat stomach. "Do you want to feel my baby growing inside you?" The idea was shocking, but the raw, primal need in Agatha's tone made Wanda's core tighten. She'd never considered the possibility before, but here, in this moment of unbridled passion, it didn't seem so far-fetched.
"Would you like that?" Agatha continued, her hand sliding down to Wanda's pussy, which was still pulsing from the intense orgasm she'd just experienced. "Would you like to carry a piece of me with you, forever?" Wanda's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. The thought of being pregnant with Agatha's child was both terrifying and incredibly arousing.
But before Wanda could answer, Rio's eyes flashed with a sudden determination. With a flick of her wrist, a second strap-on materialized out of thin air, this one a dark shade of green to match her own magical aura. She pulled away from Wanda's mouth, her chest heaving with excitement. "I don't think that's the only way we can play," she said, a wicked smile playing across her lips.
Wanda watched, her eyes wide, as Rio positioned herself behind Agatha. The older witch's eyes gleamed with interest as she felt Rio's cock press against her entrance. "Ah, eager to claim what’s rightfully yours?" Agatha purred, her voice thick with amusement.
But Rio's expression was serious as she leaned in, her voice a firm whisper. "You don't own her, Agatha," she said, her eyes burning with intensity. "You can't just plant your seed and expect her to bear your child."
Agatha's smile grew wider, the challenge in Rio's tone only serving to excite her more. "Oh?" she said, her voice a seductive purr. "And who said anything about planting seeds?" She winked at Wanda, who felt a shiver run down her spine. The idea of being claimed by Agatha in such a primal way was both thrilling and terrifying.
But Rio was not to be deterred. With a flick of her wrist, she snapped the strap-on into place around her own hips, the leather stretching and molding to her form as if it were a second skin. She moved behind Agatha, the head of the dildo nudging against her tight opening. "I'm claiming you," she said, her voice filled with a confidence that was as surprising as it was sexy.
Agatha's eyes narrowed, the challenge in Rio's voice igniting a spark within her. "Is that so?" she purred, arching her back to give Rio better access. "Then show me what you've got, girl."
Without another word, Rio thrust forward, the strap-on sliding into Agatha with a wet sound that seemed to echo through the room. Agatha threw her head back, her mouth opening in a silent scream of pleasure as Rio's cock filled her completely. Wanda watched in amazement as the power dynamics shifted, her own desire a living, breathing entity that fed off the tension between the two witches.
Rio's hips moved with purpose, her strokes deep and powerful, each one driving Agatha closer to the edge. The older witch's eyes rolled back in her head, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt herself being claimed by the younger woman. "Yours," she finally managed to gasp out, her voice a mix of pleasure and submission. "I'm yours, Rio."
Wanda watched, her own arousal spiking as she felt the shift in the air, the power in the room shifting to Rio. The sight of the young witch taking control was intoxicating, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of what was to come. Her own hand moved to her clit, stroking in time with the rhythm that Rio had set.
Agatha's eyes snapped open, meeting Wanda's. The fire in her gaze was unmistakable, the desire to be conquered by the passionate younger witch burning brighter than ever. "Take us both," she growled, her voice thick with need. "Let us show you the true meaning of power and pleasure."
Wanda's hand stilled for a moment, the gravity of the situation settling in. She had never felt so alive, so powerful. The room was a whirlwind of magic and desire, the three of them at the center of it all. She nodded, her eyes alight with a fierce determination. She knew what she had to do.
With a grace that belied her newfound confidence, Wanda slid off the bed, her body still humming from the recent orgasm. She approached Rio from behind, her hand sliding over the younger witch's stomach to the base of the strap-on. The cool leather felt alien against her skin, but the power it represented was intoxicating. Wanda leaned in, her breath hot against Rio's neck as she whispered, "Let's show her."
Rio's eyes gleamed with excitement as she felt Wanda's hand on the strap-on, her own hips still moving in a steady rhythm. She nodded, understanding the unspoken agreement between them. Together, they would show Agatha what it meant to truly share power.
Wanda's hand joined Rio's, the two of them guiding the strap-on in a unified motion, filling Agatha completely. The older witch's moans grew louder, her body responding to the dual sensation of being claimed by two lovers at once. Rio leaned back into Wanda's embrace, their bodies moving as one, their breaths mingling in the heat of the moment.
With a feline grace, Wanda positioned herself at the front of the bed, leaning on her elbows and spreading her legs, her ass in Agatha’s face. Agatha's eyes lit up with excitement as she took in the sight of Wanda's wet, swollen pussy, glistening with the remnants of her earlier release. The air was thick with the scent of their desire, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled their lust.
Agatha eagerly dove in, her tongue sliding through Wanda's folds with a hunger that was palpable. Wanda's hips rocked back to meet her, a low moan escaping her lips as the older witch's tongue found her clit. The sensation was exquisite, the gentle pressure from Agatha's mouth sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.
Rio took the opportunity to claim Agatha's breasts, her fingers grazing the sensitive flesh as she felt the older witch's body tighten around her strap-on. Agatha's moans grew louder, the vibrations resonating through Wanda's body as she felt Rio’s thrusts through Agatha’s tongue.
Rio's hips slammed into Agatha, each impact sending a fresh wave of pleasure through the older witch that seemed to resonate in the very air around them. Wanda's eyes widened as she watched the two of them, the sight of Agatha's head thrown back in ecstasy making her own need peak once more. She reached down, her fingers slipping into her own wetness, her movements matching the rhythm of the two witches before her.
Agatha's scream of climax was wanton, a primal sound that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. Her body convulsed around Rio's strap-on, her teeth sinking into the side of Wanda’s ass, making her finish with a whine.
Rio groaned, realizing both of them finished. Agatha pushed back against her cock, sending Rio’s own orgasm rushing through her, making her shudder with pleasure.
The room grew quiet as the three of them lay there, panting and sated. The tension of the night had been broken, replaced by a warm glow of satisfaction and contentment. Wanda looked over at Agatha, who was smiling at her, her eyes full of mischief and admiration.
“Well that was delightful.”