'Oh yeah~' Ricky thought, a sleazy smile curling onto his face as he slowly rubbed his hands together.
Agatha rolled her eyes, scoffing at the gesture, yet her cheeks betrayed her, flushing red as Ricky's silhouette slipped out of view beyond the window.
BAM
The doors flung open, crashing against the walls as Agatha's eyes rolled again, dragging them towards the entrance.
Yet, instead of Ricky strolling in, Agatha wasn't met with some cheezy one-liner, but a sudden emptiness as she crossed her arms.
"....."
However, as Agatha tapped her foot, her patience increasingly thinning by the second, there was only silence.
"Ricky, it isn't funny." Agatha said, frowning as she slowly swayed her hips toward the doors.
"What the-" Agatha muttered, raising an eyebrow as she realized Ricky had vanished.
"Boo."
"AHHHHHHH!" Agatha screamed, stumbling backward as two hands suddenly wrapped around her waist.
"Surprise~" Ricky chuckled, his voice low and teasing, perfectly blending into the shadows after creating the diversion that drew her in.
SIGH
"Jesus Christ, Ricky~" Agatha sighed, unconsciously leaning back into his embrace as he rested his head on her shoulder.
"How did you even-"
"Blended into the shadows, learned it from Alexander." Ricky instantly said, smiling as he watched her face turn away.
But before she could even pout, Ricky caught her hand and spun her around, guiding her gaze back to his.
He didn't let go and instead, he drew her in, leading her into a gentle sway as before Agatha could even process what was happening
They were dancing.
It wasn't planned, and it certainly wasn't graceful at first, as her heels scraped the marble in a subtle protest.
Her eyes darted across the foyer as if searching for an escape, her lips parting in half-formed protests that died on her tongue the moment his hand found the curve of her back.
"Stop-"
"What~" Ricky asked, twirling her again as his right hand then continued to guide them across the marble floor.
Agatha frowned, knowing the second she looked into his green eyes she would become putty in his hands.
So she tried not to.
It was why her gaze continuously darted anywhere else from the chandelier, to the window, and even the faint reflection of them moving together across the polished floor.
But Ricky was patient.
"Don't look at me like that." Agatha muttered, her voice quieter now, ducking her head towards the ground once again.
"Like what?" Ricky asked, feigning innocence, though his smirk gave him away as he rested his forehead gently atop hers.
"Ricky-"
"I'm sorry." Ricky interrupted softly, watching as Agatha's head jerked up with widened eyes.
It was almost ironic that after all that defiance, with Agatha refusing to give in, she threw it all away with two simple words.
Because Ricky had grown to not only love Agatha, but to understand her in ways few ever could.
But most of all, he had come to know how stubborn she could be.
How she would pretend nothing was wrong, how she'd rather swallow her hurt than ever let it show.
Ricky had seen it too many times before from the way she'd laugh off pain, change the subject, or hide behind that sharp tongue of hers just to keep from breaking in front of anyone.
But the second he said those two words, something inside her faltered.
The longing she had buried beneath sarcasm and restraint surged to the surface in an instant as her eyes met his.
"I'm sorry how things ended between us last time." Ricky said, slowly halting their dance so that it could devolve into a gentle sway.
"No, Ricky, I-"
"Lemme finish." Ricky said with a faint smile, his voice carrying that quiet steadiness that made it hard for her to interrupt.
Agatha froze, the words she had been ready to throw at him catching in her throat as her big, emotional eyes stared up at the man she couldn't help but love with all her heart.
"Honestly, I didn't like how things turned out between us." Ricky started, warning to phrase it a little more sincere but unable to find the right words to describe it.
"It went by so fast that I-" Ricky stopped, the memory of their last fight after he came back from Otherworld weighing on him.
The reason his sentence paused was because the next words would decide how everything between them would unfold, and there were so many ways he could have said it.
But Ricky chose the ones that came from his heart.
"I love you, Agatha."
Ricky wasn't a poet, and he was never really good at saying things the right way, but Agatha didn't need a speech.
She just needed to know what was real.
Sniff
And although she was expecting some excuse or long, cheesy tangent, Agatha suddenly felt tears forming at the corners of her eyes.
Because real was the way her chest tightened every time she looked at him, like she wanted to hate him, but could never find it in herself to do it.
"I'm sorry I had to put you in that position-"
"I'm pregnant~" Agatha blurted out, the words bursting through trembling lips before she could stop herself.
"W-" Ricky suddenly said, already aware of this glaring fact but caught off guard by the sudden announcement.
Sniff
"When I came to you with our babies, I was gonna tell you but I-" Agatha's voice cracked, her shoulders trembling as she tried to hold herself together.
HIC
"I don't know what came over me, but I saw Gus and-" Agatha's words tangled into a mess of hiccups and half-sobs, spilling over each other, unable to finish a sentence before starting another.
"And then I just started acting like a b*tch towards Alexander-"
"Hey, hey~" Ricky murmured, his tone low and steady as he reached out, cupping her face.
His thumb brushed a tear from her cheek before another slipped down to replace it as she desperately held both his hands.
Sniff
Agatha, though decades older than Ricky, felt like a child in his grasp.
Yet she couldn't stop her emotions from spilling forward, almost soothed by the quiet warmth that always seemed to settle her whenever he held her.
Then, to crown their reunion with the sweetest touch, Ricky slowly leaned in until his lips finally met Agatha's patiently waiting ones.
They kissed for what felt like hours, letting every word, every thought, and every buried emotion spill into that single, unbroken moment.
But like all beautiful things, it had to end.
Suddenly, their lips parted, and with it came Ricky's gentle smile as he drew back just enough to see Agatha sniffling, her tear-streaked eyes reflecting nothing but him.
There was a certain warmth in watching this side of her; the vulnerable, unguarded side she only showed to him, the side beneath her dominatrix persona.
It was a quiet pleasure, not of amusement, but of intimacy, knowing he held her trust in his hands and that, for this moment, she needed only him.
A small chuckle escaped his lips as he pressed them back onto hers, holding Agatha who completely melted in his touch.
However, this time, his tongue moved with a rougher edge, his hands more demanding as they traced down the curve of her back.
The unconditional love between them now carried a flicker of lust, burning quietly beneath the surface.
It was almost suffocating, the way Ricky pressed his intentions into every movement.
Agatha could feel it in the length of the kiss, in how much more insistent his tongue had become.
What once was a gentle dance now felt like domination, his tongue swirling within hers, leaving no room for even the faintest breath.
Until, once again, their lips parted.
"Ha~" Agatha exhaled, her breath misting in the warm air as a faint flush spread across her cheeks.
But instead of speaking, Ricky's lips continued as they pressed to the side of her neck, leaving hickies all across her skin.
His amplifying hands cupped her ass, kneading and molding it with a possessive force that left her shivering.
"Ricky, wait~" Agatha moaned, trying to do something only for her head to lean onto his chest.
Agatha could've told him to stop, that she wasn't in the mood, but the truth was, she never really could.
Whenever Ricky looked at her, she was his, body and soul.
The hold he had over her went far beyond affection; it was something even he didn't fully grasp.
The reason lay in his IP skills.
Ricky was becoming an Adonis, though he had yet to comprehend the full weight of that transformation.
His voice, his scent, and even the taste of his saliva had bound Agatha completely, leaving her craving just a little more of him.
Her pride had always kept that hunger in check, but now, with his intentions laid bare, Agatha finally melted.
"T-This isn't fair-" Agatha muttered, her head arching upwards before her words cut off at the sudden bite on her lips.
'Wet to the touch.'
"Ah~" Agatha moaned, her pussy pressing damply against the fabric of her purple panties as Ricky's veins stood out in his neck.
'God, I f*cking love this woman.' Ricky thought, losing himself to the feel of Agatha pressed completely against him.
If he had been hard before, the thought that she was about to give him a third beautiful child sent his cock pulsing with urgent need, excitement radiating through him.
That raw need only fueled Agatha further; her breath grew ragged, trembling moans escaping as the pleasure began to seep out of her, slick and hot, responding to every greedy stroke of his hands on her gorgeous body.
Then, as if their souls connected, their eyes slowly met, and in that heated gaze, only one thing burned between them: lust.
Without warning, Agatha felt herself lifted off the floor, Ricky hoisting her up with ease, his hands gripping her tight as he carried her toward the side wall.
As he did, that brief gentleness between them would ultimately vanish with a single sound.
Thud
Her back hit the wall lightly, and in that instant, words became pointless as their lips collided, crashing together with a hunger that devoured everything that wasn't the pursuit of pleasure.
Their tongues tangled, twisting and pressing against each other in a fierce battle for dominance, while their hands roamed greedily over one another.
Heavy, ragged breaths filled the space between them as Agatha's fingers fumbled at his belt, tugging down his pants, while Ricky lifted her dress, hiking up the ends to rip off her panties.
"Put it in, put it in~" Agatha whispered against his ear, her legs locking tight around his waist as she pulled his cock toward her.
THUD
The instant she positioned his tip at her glistening folds, Ricky slammed his cock deep inside her, her head snapping back against the wall as waves of pleasure and sharp heat tore through her.
"YES~" Agatha moaned, her body trembling as his cock plunged relentlessly into her wet pussy, stretching and filling her completely, his tip raking the deepest, most sensitive depths of her.
She had missed this sensation, missed the way Ricky strangled her breath hitch and made her body scream, and the only way she could show it was through the desperate reactions of her own body.
Coiling her gushing walls around him, Agatha huffed hot breaths into his ear, fingers tangling in his slick hair as every thrust drove her higher, every slam of his hips leaving her trembling and gasping for more.
THUD
"YES!" Agatha screamed, jerking Ricky's head away from her bosom as a scorching surge of pleasure tore through her.
Ricky licked his lips, eyes locking with her purple gaze, and Agatha shivered at the thought of him staring up at her, taking in every inch of her trembling body from below her.
"AH~" Agatha moaned involuntarily, pressing her head back against the wall as he slammed it back inside her, burying his cock to the hilt.
All while their bodies were vying for dominance in the most lustful way possible.
Clawing and scraping, tugging and pulling, grinding their flesh onto one another until the fruits of their labor were shown in each other's strain.
"AH~"
"F*ck~"
They echoed their pleasure together, almost challenging each other to break first.
Heat and fire surged through her, each nerve ending alive as her pussy clenched and gushed, greedily drinking him in.
Lust and desire took over him completely, driving every powerful thrust of his hips.
Ricky wanted to push her to her very limits, to feel her tremble and shudder under him, knowing he would savor every drop of the aftermath, every shiver and moan she gave freely to him.
THUD
"AH~"
Agatha's eyes shot open as her folds flushed, her orgasm hitting almost instantly, ripped from her violently by the merciless plunge of his cock.
That single, wall-shaking thrust left her pussy aching and pulsing, greedily clinging to him even as he drove her higher.
THUD
"AHH~"
Just as her climax seemed to peak, Ricky slammed another brutal thrust into her waist.
Her body muffled against the wall, that soaking, pleasure-dripping feeling pushed even further, ripping an even deeper, ragged moan from her throat.
THUD
"AHHH~"
Her hips bucked uncontrollably, slick heat flooding around his cock as her walls clenched and gushed.
Moans tumbled over one another, overlapping, each cry louder, deeper, more desperate than the last.
She couldn't tell where one gasp ended and the next began, her words dissolving into a frantic, incoherent mess that mirrored the state of her pussy, continuously gushing nectar with every greedy thrust of his cock.
Ricky's pants pooled at his ankles as he revved his hips, cock pistoning as the veins in his neck strained.
THUD
"AHHHH~"
THUD
"AHHHHH~"
A symphony of lust erupted within the foyer, trembling with the cries and the violent, wet sounds of their bodies mercilessly colliding.
Agatha's back pressed hard against the wall, legs coiled around him, body clinging, slick fluids sliding and flesh grinding desperately as Ricky f*cked her without mercy.
Every thrust buried him deeper inside her, cock ramming, walls clenching, and hips slamming as his hands gripped her tight, forcing every inch of her body to press against him.
Her nails dug into his shoulders and back, breath ragged, voice torn between screaming and gasping.
It was filthy.
Their lust coated the wall, dripped down skin, mixed with spit and sweat, moans overlapping, pants rasping, and pleasure smashing into one another in a relentless orchestra of lust.
Their bodies rhymed together like words on a page, diving so deep into this consuming heat that nothing could top it.
Except the single, shattering note of their next release.
THUD
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~"
"That's it~"
It all crescendoed with a single, brutal thrust, their bodies slamming together in perfect, ruthless harmony that left them reeling.
Agatha came first, shivering violently as her body trembled in a wave of pure, filthy ecstasy.
Her folds clenched around his twitching cock, slathering it with juices before spurting it all over him.
But what made her nails dig into his skin, her body shaking uncontrollably like a magnitude-ten earthquake, and every inch of her melt into him, was what came next.
In the very next second, Ricky's cock throbbed inside her, pulsing against the tight, wet grip of her cunt as he erupted in a torrent of cum.
Agatha felt it fill her completely, molten heat spreading through her, searing and melting everything around her.
Her nerves.
Her senses.
Even her thoughts.
All that existed was the seismic, pulsing pour of his milky cum, driving pleasure through her like wildfire, layering over the aftermath of her already crippling orgasm.
Her pussy clenched and throbbed greedily around him, each nerve ending alive, shivering, and screaming as the heat of him inside her pushed her body further past its limits.
HUFF
They each exhaled, collapsing into one another as Ricky's face fell into her cleavage while she rested her head on his shoulder.
For a long moment, they simply stayed like that, pressed together, hearts hammering, breaths mingling.
Her fingers trailed lazily through the damp hair at the nape of his neck while his hands cupped her ass and molded it like clay.
They sat in each other's embrace, stewing in the heat, the warmth, and the mess of their combined pleasure.
Knock
Knock
Until the sound echoed through the foyer, slicing through the quiet warmth that had wrapped around them.
"Aye, boss, Lucky told me to tell you that Alexander's up to something!" Marino yelled from the other side of the door.
"Boss?" Marino asked, scratching his head since he swore he heard a voice coming from within the mansion.
Meanwhile, Agatha and Ricky, still coupled in the sloppy mess of their own fluids, froze with two vastly different expressions.
'Don't.' Agatha mouthed, her face pale, while Ricky grinned from ear to ear.
That single spark of fear in her eyes made him want to explore it like no one else ever had.
"Yeah, Marino?" Ricky asked suddenly, chuckling as Agatha's hands slapped his chest, her cheeks burning with a furious blush.
"Oh, uh, I said-"
"Something about Alexander doing some dumb sh*t, right?" Ricky interrupted, his voice louder as he slowly shifted Agatha over into a doggy-style position.
"Yeah, boss, and by the looks of it, I think you should come out here." Marino said skeptically, raising an eyebrow at the commotion behind him before turning his gaze back towards the door.
"Ricky~" Agatha whispered, trying to stop this impending crisis, only for his fingers to slither teasingly over her body.
"H-Ha~" Agathta gasped, head tipping down slightly as her nails raked the walls.
The reaction came entirely from Ricky's single index finger, teasing her clit with precision while his cock throbbed relentlessly inside her, buried deep in her slick, gushing heat.
CLAP
In the very next second, before Agatha could even respond, Ricky wound up his hips and slammed himself back inside her.
Her ass showered him in filthy applause as her eyes flew open and words rose to escape.
But before a moan could escape, Ricky covered her mouth with his free hand, silencing her while driving her higher with another brutal, punishing thrust.
CLAP
"F*ck~" Ricky grunted, already burning with pleasure as Agatha's vulnerable, nervous side drove him wild.
Her ass was punished by his hips, each brutal slam of his cock into her pussy sending sprays of her juices down her thighs, splattering across the floor.
"Boss?" Marino asked, raising an eyebrow and rubbing the back of his neck, feeling awkward talking to a door.
CLAP
Marino's eyebrow shot up even higher as the clapping echoed through the double doors, though he had no idea where it was coming from.
CLAP
"Uh, Boss?" Marino's voice came again, awkward, hearing only the messy, clapping sounds behind the door.
Ricky didn't answer right away, savoring the moment as his cock drove deep, balls slapping hard against her ass with every brutal thrust.
Hips pounding, her wet pussy clenching greedily around him, dripping and leaking, moaning into his hand, like she was being suffocated in the pleasure of his cock.
"Boss-"
CLAP
"Yeah, good, whatever." Ricky interrupted, eyes locked on Agatha as her back arched under his next thrust.
He licked his lips, fingers teasing her tongue while his other hand expertly massaged her clit, forming an all encompassing hold on Agatha as he continued to piston slam her spraying pussy.
"S-Should I go or?"
"Yeah, Agatha, should he?" Ricky whispered in her ear, leaning down just enough to loom over her.
Instead of answering, Agatha's pleasure-riddled eyes gave him a slow, heated nod.
"What's the magic word?" Ricky whispered, grinning wider, eager to hear her say it.
Agatha hesitated, eyes flicking to his mischievous smile, realizing he would do anything to hear that single word.
"P-Please~" Agatha whispered, but instead of hesitation or shame, a wry smile tugged at her lips.
Agatha realized, only now, that this was payback for the whole dominatrix act from last time.
"See? That wasn't so hard." Ricky chuckled, withdrawing his hand from her lips and curling it possessively around her hair.
"Marino, if you leave right now without any more questions then I'll put you on Johnny's crew."
Ricky said, eager to continue having his fun with Agatha without anyone else around.
Marino, still confused by the chaos around him, froze for a moment.
Without another word, he scrambled away from the vicinity, a wide, relieved grin plastered across his face.
CLAP
"AHHHHH~"
CLAP
"AHHHHHH~"
CLAP
"AHHHHHHH~"
Agatha's ass slapped and bounced furiously, her moans towering as Ricky's hand released her, turning her body into an instrument under his control.
A beautiful, filthy show for Ricky to play with endlessly, reducing the once-dominant dominatrix into a trembling, desperate mess under his relentless rhythm.
Her head arched upwards at the pull of her hair, her eyes bouncing upwards at the crippling pleasure, and her body curving upwards with every maddening thrust of Ricky's cock.
Ricky had become the maestro of Agatha's being.
With the subtle flick of his fingers, Agatha came.
"AHHHHHHH~"
With the next thrust of his cock, Agatha came.
CLAP
"OH MY GOD-"
Even at the pull of her hair, Agatha came.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!"
It was pure bliss, this instrument under him playing notes he had never heard before, and Ricky lost himself completely in the music.
Agatha's face was haggard, drool seeping from the corners of her mouth, hair plastered messily to her sweat-slicked skin, yet he couldn't help the sweet, filthy smile tugging at his lips.
It was at that moment he realized what the impregnation system was all about.
"TOO MUSH, TOO MUCH-"
This was what life had always been about.
"OH GOD-"
These little moments with the ones you truly loved, held in a time and space where only the two of your existences mattered, burning into memory with a heat no one else could touch.
"I-I CAN'T BREATH-"
But what made a moment so beautiful, so all-consuming, was knowing you had to let it go, that you couldn't hold onto it forever.
So, as Ricky wound up his hips for a final time, he said goodbye to the present, cementing it as a memory within Agatha she would never forget in her future.
CLAP
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Ah~"
They both said their farewells, Agatha more aggressive in her goodbye as her pussy sprayed out wave after wave of fluids, leaving her completely dehydrated.
All that remained was the crippling pleasure coursing through her body, drenched in sweat and unable to stand without help.
Yet even as her body screamed for surrender, it still remained parched, craving the relentless throbbing of Ricky's cock.
It was why those barren walls, the same ones that had squeezed out the very last ounces of lubrication from her seismic orgasm, were now coated in the warmth of Ricky's milky white cum.
Her entire being flooded with him, Ricky letting out a deep breath as he emptied himself fully into Agatha, who twitched uncontrollably at the sheer volume.
Her nipples swayed, perky tits jiggling just right to catch the light from the chandelier above, frozen in awe at how completely he had filled her, every inch of her dripping and trembling under his release.
"That's the stuff~" Ricky sighed, a low, harmonious sound of satisfaction escaping him as his cock twitched, releasing the very last of his baby batter into Agatha, who barely had the strength to stand on her two feet.
SIGH
Agatha could only heave out a long, tired sigh, knowing she should've expected it, as this was always how it ended, one way or another.
"Oh sh*t, I, uh, the thing-" Ricky caught himself mid-thought, eyes flicking to Agatha's distressed expression, a sharp reminder that it wasn't all about him.
After all, sex was meant, at its core, for only two.
"It's fine." Agatha muttered, wobbling forward as Ricky couldn't help but deliberately watch her pull herself off him.
Her pussy was still impaled on him, folds dragging across the length of his cock as her juices, mingling with his sticky strands of cum, slowly leaked out.
POP
When freed, the tight suction she'd been clamping onto him finally released with the wet, sticky sound of his cum spilling free.
White liquid poured from her folds, dripping down her thighs as Ricky's cock, just starting to simmer down, suddenly stood straight back up.
Snap
"You're an animal, you know that?"
Agatha flicked his attention away with a wave of her hand, a spell cleaning her up and pulling her dress back down over her flushed, slick body.
"I have been called a dog before-"
SIGH
Agatha sighed again, shaking her head at the cheesy line echoing from his sleazy lips as she slowly walked towards him.
"I love you too." Agatha sweetly said, pressing her lips to his in a warm, lingering kiss.
But then his eyebrow rose as Agatha's affection took a bolder turn.
Her lips tracing down his neck, across his chest, over his stomach, until they reached his cock
"Now, enjoy my apology," Agatha said mischievously, tilting her head as she slowly sank his tip into her warm, wet mouth.
"Ohhhhhh, sh*ttttttt~" Ricky groaned, arching his head back as her hungry gums clenched around him.
Her tongue flicked and teased every inch of his tip, probing deep into his urethra, sucking up every last trace of cum that still lingered inside.
Smacking him against her tongue, Agatha reveled in the taste, her eyes glinting with mischief as she drank in every shudder of his reaction.
This was how she got back at Ricky, knowing it was the only way to take control when he let himself be completely hers.
Then, as the tip was thoroughly clean, Agatha didn't hesitate.
She took him fully into her mouth, lips sliding over the cock still coated in his cum and her own juices, swirling her tongue around its suffocating, strenuous size to gather every last drop.
Her hands cupped the base, kneading and stroking as her mouth worked him clean, teasing the sensitive tip with delicate flicks and harsh suction in turn.
"F*ck~"
Every groan that escaped Ricky fueled her, the heat of the moment making her relentless.
By the time she pulled back, not a trace remained as his cock was glistening, completely spotless, and leaving him with a hollow ache that dragged his gaze downward.
Then, Agatha struck.
With a subtle motion of her head, she leaned closer, lips glistening, and targeted his heavy, dangling balls.
Ricky's breath almost stopped as he watched her take her time, stretching her mouth to fully engulf his balls.
Her lips pressed against his balls, concealing the very sensation that sent shivers coursing through him.
Her tongue twirled tenderly around them, gargling them as she built her own salvia to drown them before swallowing it, letting the gulping sensation tenderize this meat in her mouth before repeating the process.
GULP
GULP
GULP
Agatha deliberately gagged on his balls, memorizing every vein, ridge, and crease of his nut sack before finally letting him go.
As she released him, a long strand of saliva stretched from her tongue to his balls, and she eagerly licked it back, savoring every wet, filthy connection.
But she didn't stop there.
Her mouth traced upward, all the way to the tip of his cock, where she pressed a single kiss against it.
"Mwah~" Agatha chuckled, placing a final bow on the 'present' she had worked so meticulously to craft.
However, instead of going further, she straightened, rising to her feet with a teasing glint in her eyes.
"Well, I have to go." Agatha shrugged lightly, laughing with a sharp, sadistic edge that made Ricky's grin falter instantly.
"Wait, what-"
"Oh, I didn't tell you?" Agatha teased, her dominatrix persona flickering to the surface as she purposely left him hanging on the edge of pleasure, craving more.
"Can't you finish-"
"I can't, since after all, I have a job interview with Chester." Agatha revealed as a swirl of purple light opened behind her.
Ricky, still with his pants pooled at his ankles, tilted his head, caught somewhere between disbelief and exasperation.
"What?"
Author's Note: This laughingfiend guy needs to stop f*cking around and put out some more chaps, like its pissing me off