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Agatha first noticed a gentle nudge in her mind. It was right after Sharon died. She turned and glanced at Teen.

Teen was glancing at the ground and his hands were clenching and unclenching. He looked like he was starting to hyperventilate. This was probably the first time he had seen a dead body, seen someone die.

His magic was poking at her mind. Not aggressively just lightly, tentatively, almost like it was searching for something.

She focused on that tap, that little poke of his magic and felt it kind of being flighty. It was like it wouldn’t stop swishing and swirling. She was a spirit witch. Even without her magic she was able to manipulate her soul a bit.

She reached out with her soul and held the magic that was poking at her mind. She felt as the buzzing and swirling of his magic calm down and it formed a small fuzzy blue ball.

She glanced at Teen again and she noticed he seemed more relaxed. He stopped hyperventilating.

‘Interesting’ Agatha thought. Why did Teen seek out the magic equivalent of a hug? Why her? Was he even aware of what he was doing and who he was doing it to?

The next time she felt Teen poking her mind was when they made camp a few hours later after summoning her estranged wife, Rio.

Her and Rio just got back from having a very loud screaming match and the rest of the coven was trying not to look at them.

Teen was looking at her. She didn’t even need to see him to know that. She felt a quiver of his magic taping at her mind. His magic felt like it was all up in knots. She took a deep breath and stroked the magic with her soul and the magic started to quiet down.

Was Teen worried about her? He probably heard the yelling. She glanced up at him at to her surprise he was staring at her with wide eyes and then quickly looked away.

Well he clearly knows now what he has been doing.

The next time it happened was after Lilia died at her trial. A giant wave of magic rushed to her head and kept pounding on it wanting to be let in.

She’s had enough of this on again off again need of his.

“Billy come with me for a moment.” Agatha says.

“Wait, where are you two going!” Jen shouts.

“Not far Kale, just get a fire going and we will be back in a few.” Agatha tell her.

Billy and Agatha find a secluded few trees not far ahead.

“Billy, you do know you have been poking at my head with your magic right?” Agatha asked.

“I didn’t do it on purpose at first Agatha your mind is quiet and strangely warm.” Billy replied.

“But then you did do it on purpose.” Agatha spoke.

“It felt nice and warm and it helped.” Billy spoke softly.

“Your doing it now Billy, your magic is like a swirling typhoon against my mind.” Agatha responded as she waved her hands in the air.

“I don’t mean to do it, I can’t stop it!” Billy cried.

Billy’s magic was constantly asking to be held.

“I have a solution Billy, but it will require you to leave a portion of your soul within me.” Agatha spoke as she looked straight into his eyes.

“Will it be warm and calm? Will I stop being this raging storm of magic?” Billy asked with a small crack in his voice.

“Yes.”

“Let’s do it.” Billy said.

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“I will tell you now that I have only done this with two other people.” Agatha said.

“How are you going to do this without magic?” Billy asked.

“I don’t need magic per se For this.” She said, conveniently leaving out the how. She would not say that the other people she has done this for was her son Nicky and Rio. She would not say that this is one of the most intimate things a witch could do. She would not say what this spell was originally designed for. At least not yet.

“This ritual is only performed by a spirit witch for herself or for others” Agatha said as she took a deep breath.

“Ok what do we do?” Billy asked.

“We sit down for now.”

“ we are going to need to cut our palms and then hold them together to exchange blood. Then I will enter your soul and bring a piece back and bond it to mine. Then you need to carve a symbol of your choice above my heart and press a few drops of your blood into the carving. It’s as simple as that kid.” Agatha said to Billy.

“Will it hurt?” Billy asked.

“for you, No. Not in the slightest.” Agatha said with a small almost pensive smile.

“And this will help control my magic?” he asked.

“Yes. I will be able to feel it all the time and will be able to temper it if it gets to much for you.” Agatha said.

Agatha does not mention that she would be able to feel his emotions.

“how will we do the cuts, we don’t have a knife?”

“Yes we do, I swiped it from the first trial.” Agatha said as she took a small steak knife out of her pocket.

“of course you did.” Billy said exasperated.

Agatha set the knife down onto the ground and takes off her shirt followed by her bra.

“oh um uhh…” Billy mumbles out as a wave of awkwardness hits him.

“Focus Billy.”

Billy’s eyes are drawn to the area of Ware her heart is. Unfortunately for him that was on top of her breast. What stood out to him were two carvings already there. One was a bird and the other a leaf.

“Your carving will go here right below the other two. When I saw ‘Now’, you Will start carving.” Agatha said as she pointed to where he would make his mark.

Agatha picked up the knife and sliced her palm then handed it to Billy who did the same. The two grabbed hands and Agatha closed her eyes.

Agatha took a deep breath and began. She had to be open with her feelings for this to work. Something she was not good at anymore.

She felt a flick of something…There! She found his soul. Now all she had to do was touch and convince it to part with a part of itself. That would be the hard part.

She reached out a touched it. It was beautiful. This little soul. This soul that was only three years old. It’s so young. She could feel his hope, his fear, his love. His so was so innocent without corruption.

It was time to convince the soul. She opened herself up. Something she hasn’t done since Nicky passed. She felt her, her grief rise up and just felt it. She cried. For the first time in centuries, she let herself feel and cry.

On the outside Billy could see Agatha start to cry and the crying turned to sobs. He watched silently and tears began streaming down his eyes as he realized he couldn’t do anything.

Agatha felt warmth come from Billy’s soul. It started to pulse. A bit started to try and reach out to her. It kept stretching until it broke off and wrapped itself around Agatha enveloping her in warmth and trust.

This was it. She’s got it. A piece of Billy’s soul. She turned around and headed toward a purple fog.

“Now Billy!” Agatha commanded.

Billy picked up the knife and started to carve into Agatha’s breast. He chose a pentacle as his symbol. Agatha was quiet as he carved. Not a single whimper. Once he made the last stroke, he took his cut hand and squeezed it so that a few drops fell out into the carving he just made. Right away a feeling washed over him and he felt warmth. So much warmth like an endless hug. He collapsed in Agatha’s arms and just finally felt safe from his own magic.

Agatha felt this new tiny soul around hers. It felt beautiful. Amazing that she was giving this chance to care for something, someone so special. It was now hers to care for.

Agatha wrapped her arms around Billy, completely ignoring all the blood on them and they just sat like that basking in the newly found warmth of there souls.

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A wile later Billy opened his mouth and asked a question.

“Who were the other two people Agatha?”

Agatha was stroking his hair as she held him. Softly, she spoke. “The bird is my son Nicky and the leaf is Rio. So count yourself special to be right next to them.”

“Rio?” Billy asked.

“Yeah she’s my wife although I haven’t seen her for centuries. She also has my soul mark.” Come to think of it since Rio and her souls were connected both ways, Rio should be able to feel a new soul attached to Agatha’s. She will have some explaining to do when she gets back.

“Is this something family’s do? Does this mean I’m part of your family?” Billy asked.

The kid was too smart. Agatha tested her chin on his head and said “yes”.

“Do you regret it?” Agatha asked.

“No, no way. I haven’t felt this safe, this warmth since….I can’t remember.” He said.

Agatha could feel his honesty through there new bond.

“Come on little star, it’s time to get back to Jen and Rio”

“Little star?” Billy questions.

Agatha just points to his mark, the pentacle and gives a small smile.

“Oh.”

Billy stands up and stretches and Agatha grabs her shirt and pulls it back on and stands up.

“what about our cuts?” Billy asked.

“Rio has this thing where she can heal wounds. We get back to the fire Jen has made, then I will talk to Rio and see about healing you up.” Agatha said.

They started to walk back. They didn’t really say much on the walk back. It also wasn’t very far.

“What took you guys so..why are you two covered in blood!” Jen yelled.

Rio was back sitting with Jen by the fire. Rio just raised her eyebrow in question.

“Soul bond.” Agatha said not explaining anything else.

“Wait why would you be doing ancient magic like that?” Jen questioned.

“The kid needed it.” Agatha stated. “Rio, we need you to heal us. Well Teen first.”

Rio got up and grabbed Billy’s hand a licked it. Suddenly it was healed.

“Eww what Rio!” Billy yelled in disgust. He flicked his hand to try and get the spit off.
“ What? That’s how I heal.” Rio said.

“Alright kid, go sit down by Jen, Rio and I will be back soon.”

Agatha felt a quiver near her soul and just breathed and sent an equivalent of a hug throughout her soul. The quivering stopped.

Agatha then turned around walked up to Teen. “Little star, we won’t be fighting, I just need Rio to heal me and I don’t want to go showing off my chest to Kale.” Agatha said as she patted his hair.

Agatha turned back to Rio and both walked away.

A few minutes of walking later and it was time for a talk. Agatha was not looking forward to this.

“So Agatha, a soul bond really?” Rio said

“Can you just help me Rio.” Agatha said in an exasperated voice.

“fine.”

Agatha took off her shirt and pointed to the newest addition and said “ please close this up.”

“Agatha, why would you bind a soul to yourself again?” Rio asked in a soft whisper and traced her finger over the pentacle.

Agatha took a deep shakey breath. “You’re vulnerable, I can feel it here.” Rio said as she pointed to her chest where Agatha’s soul mark was.

Rio glanced back down at the pentacle carving and bent down and slowly dragged her tongue up the wound. The skin stitched itself back together but left a scar. Nothing can get rid of a soul mark once it is carved. Agatha let out a shakey breath. Rio continued to lap up all the remaining blood. Agatha let out a moan.

Tears started to prickle at the corner of her eyes. Damn Billy’s overpowered magic. Damn him for blasting the doors to her soul wide open again. Damn her own heart and its weakness. Damn her soul bonds. And Damn Rio for never being able to stop loving her. She can feel her, right next to her soul.

Her tears started to fall.

Agatha looked at Rio and whispered with a voice that held a slight tremble “Make love to me, please.” Rio’s eyes widened. She could feel how raw and vulnerable Agatha was being through there soul bond. They have fucked over the years but it has been centuries since the last time they made love.

Rio tucked a strand of Agatha’s hair behind her ear and whispered in a soft voice “ok.”

Rio backed Agatha up until she hit the tree. Agatha felt the breath from Rio’s mouth right atop her lips, just waiting there. Then finally, Rio captured her lips in a soft gentle kiss.

Agatha felt another tear fall down her cheek. She could feel Rio. She could feel how sincere the love Rio had for her. It had been way to long since she just felt Rio’s soul.

“Eres mi corazón mi amor.” (you are my heart my love) Rio whispered into Agatha’s ear.

Agatha tilted her neck and Rio took that as an invitation. She bit down and sucked on the witches pulse point.

Agatha keened and felt her knees grow weak.

“Off.” Rio said as she pointed to Agatha’s pants.

Agatha took off her pants and stood there in all her glory for underneath the moon.

“Tu belleza eclipsa a la luna y las estrellas” (your beauty eclipses that of the moon and the stars)

“God, I love it when you speak Spanish to me.” Agatha said as she stared right into her lover’s eyes.

Rio giggled and said “Me entrago a ti.” (I surrender myself to you). Death reached up with her lips and kissed Agatha again.

“Te entrego mi alma.” (I surrender my soul to you). Rio said in-between the kisses.

“Caminaré contigo después de la muerte. Por la muerte no nos separaremos.” (I will walk with you after death. For death we will not part) Rio said softly as her warm breath tickled Agatha’s ear.

“ I want you as you are, the real you.” Agatha said.

“Te daré todo, seré todo.” (I will give you everything, I will be everything) Rio spoke as they reached up to take their top off. Their pants and undies followed. With a wave of their hand, a rose appeared. Rio placed the rose in their mouth and stalked to close the distance between them and Agatha.

A few thorns must have pierced Rio’s lips as there were a few trickles of blood falling down their lips and chin.

When they were right in front of the spirit witch, Agatha plucked the rose out of their mouth. “you’ve got blood on you, idiot.” Agatha said with a small smile.

“All the better for you to clean them up m’lady.” Rio said with a wink.

Agatha placed the rose gently on the ground by the tree. She stood back up and took Rio’s face in her hands and closed the distance between there lips. Agatha kissed those red and bloodied lips as she dragged her tongue across the small cuts.

Rio cupped Agatha’s breasts in their hands and gave them a firm squeeze.

Rio broke the kiss and knelt down on their Knees. “déjame probarte mi amor. Abre tus piernas ” (Let me taste you my love. Open your legs)

Agatha widened her stance. Rio left little nips with their teeth as their mouth traveled up Agatha’s thigh. When they finally got to Agatha’s center, they sniffed, letting her scent full their nose.

Rio traced her tongue up and down on her clit eliciting a moan from the other witch. Rio felt hands grab their hair and pull her face harder into Agatha’s center. Rio snuck their hands under Agatha’s legs and reached up to grab a hold of her ass.

The green witch dragged their teeth over her clit causing Agatha to let out an undignified squeak and to grab their hair tighter.

Rio continued to lick and suck at the other witches clit. They took their fingers and decided to add two to the I side of the trembling woman. Rio could hear Agatha’s little moans. They curled their finger in just the right spot that it sent Agatha over the edge.

“R-Rio!” Agatha screamed in ecstasy. Agatha felt weak in the knees after the orgasm and slid down to the soft grass and leaves.

Rio could feel the euphoria coming from there bond.

Rio didn’t let up. They kept thrusting and twisting their fingers making Agatha crescendo into another orgasm.

Rio withdrew their fingers from Agatha’s center and Agatha reached over and took the digits into her mouth. Rio’s eyes were wide as saucers.

Agatha let out a deep throaty moan as she licked herself off of Rio’s fingers.

As Agatha looked down, she noticed a certain appendage of Rio’s has sprung to attention.

Rio’s true form is different than their death form. Rio is both male and female. They have both genitalia. They are life and death, beginning and end. They are a cosmic entity.

“Sit on my leg, I want you to grind on me, but you are not allowed to cum unless I say.”

“Yes Agatha.” Rio stated wile maintaining eye contact.

As Rio started to grind on her leg, Agatha grabbed their dick with one hand and tweaked a nipple with the other.

As Agatha worked the green witch into a frenzy, Rio started muttering in Spanish. “por favor mi amor, acelera.” (Please my love, speed up)
“deja de coquetear…” (quit teasing) Rio wined.

“Not yet sweet thing.” Agatha said as she worked at a slow agonizing speed. She worked her hand up and down Rio’s shaft. Agatha could feel the other witches wetness on her leg.

Agatha tweaked Rio’s nipple and Death’s toe curled in response.

Rio rested her head on Agatha’s shoulder.

“Por favor! Por favor!” (Please! Please!)

“por favor déjame correrme!” (Please let me cum!) Rio begged as they teetered on the edge of release.

Agatha stopped and withdrew her hand from Rio’s dick.

“Not yet.”

Agatha replaced her hand with herself and quickly sunk down on Rio’s cock. As she started up a rhythm, more tears fell from her eyes and words fell from her lips.

“You are my life.”

Thrust

“You are my hope.”

Thrust

Another tear falls

“You are my soul.”

Thrust

“I will follow you through this life and the next.”

With Agatha’s last word, they both fall together. They can feel there souls singing in harmony.

A blast of magic shot out from the both of them like a shockwave. Flowers sprung up all around them and the trees grew bigger and greener.