Never tasted as sweet / A poison as you have (scrooge x magica)

[lifesa_witch]

Desperate times called for desperate measures, and right now, Magica De Spell was desperate. There was still no guarantee this would work, but she'd never forgive herself if she didn't try. Of course, the more frightening aspect was this actually working... and actually having to pay the piper, so to speak.

But in addition to being desperate, Magica was also arrogant. If souls did exist, she'd find a way to keep hers. She'd find a way out - but she couldn't afford to waste anymore time dawdling about it. The moon would only be in perfect alignment with the planets and stars for so long - and she could only stay away from her wretched kin for so long. The time was now.

The candles were lit, the sigils drawn, the prayers made - now the final ingredient was the sacrifice. According to the crumbling parchment, this would take a lot of blood. If she wasn't careful, she could die of blood loss... but, considering the future her parents had in store for her, dying might've been the better option. So, win-win.

With a great, shuddering breath, she drew the knife to her arm and made the cut, dripping blood onto the sigil. It hurt like hell, but she bit down on her tongue to hold back any pathetic cries. The time for weakness had passed.

"I summon thee, from hell and flame,
Duty bound, yet cannot be tamed,
Hear my call, hear my plea,
I offer myself - now come to me!"

Comments

[lifesa_witch]

Mmm, yes, much better than talking and thinking. She sighed happily, licking his lips to get any remaining taste of chocolate.

[richestduck]

He parted his lips, sliding his tongue along hers before retreating back into his own mouth. A hint of what she could do.

[lifesa_witch]

My my, inviting her and giving permission? What a lovely change of pace. She followed along, slipping her tongue into his mouth and taking her time to touch every single surface, back and forth, cupping his cheek.

[richestduck]

Hopefully his internal temperature would be cool enough for her. He was, after all, much warmer than she due to the hellfire in his system.

[lifesa_witch]

It did feel... unnatural. As if she was making out with someone that was suffering from a heavy fever. But she didn't back out or stop. She touched his tongue with her own, soft play, inviting him on top of her again.

[richestduck]

He curled his tongue around hers, humming as he did so. Meanwhile he bent over her, allowing her to feel the sound reverberating through his body.

[lifesa_witch]

He really did have a nice voice - inside and out. Her hips and tongue pushed back and forth with his own, slowly, almost to the melody.

[richestduck]

He squeezed her hips and rocked with her, matching her rhythm. He pulled back from her mouth and moved towards her neck, giving her a little nip.

[lifesa_witch]

She stroked his head, and curiosity made her speak. "What song was that...?"

[richestduck]

"Hmm?" he asked, pausing in his attentions to her neck.

[lifesa_witch]

"That thing you were humming... it sounded nice."

[richestduck]

He shrugged. "Just a song. Not really a name for it as far as I know."

[lifesa_witch]

"Oh." Magica began to wonder if it was a song from when he was "alive", forgotten in all but tune. "Well... I meant what I said. It sounded nice." A small nuzzle to his cheek. "I do like the sound of your voice."

[richestduck]

He chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest and against her. "Not what you would've said earlier yesterday."

[lifesa_witch]

"Don't ruin the moment." She flicked his beak.

[richestduck]

He gave another chuckle before running his tongue along the juncture of her neck and her shoulder.

[lifesa_witch]

She sighed, rolling her neck back. "Mmm, much better."

[richestduck]

He stroked her side as he continued preening her neck and shoulders. He wrapped one leg around her, giving her a squeeze between his legs.

[lifesa_witch]

Mmmf, also nice. She slid her hands to his chest, slipping under his clothes to stroke his chest.

[richestduck]

He pushed himself against her entrance again, feeling she was perhaps ready for a second round. He didn't want to overdo it and hurt her again.

[lifesa_witch]

Very ready. She let out a quiet groan, pushing her hips up against him.

[richestduck]

He entered into her, her fitting him like a glove. Once more he started slow before increasing his pace. He went faster this time than before, nipping at her shoulder periodically.

[lifesa_witch]

She met his pace again, saying his name over and over in pleasure and gratitude. She held onto him, kissing him when she could, wishing she could do more for him in these moments.

[richestduck]

He kept up the pace before he started pulling out of her, slowly. He was teasing her, trying to push her to take that last step...

[lifesa_witch]

"Oh, so cruel." But this time, it was said playfully, on the very edge of her climax.