Chapter 77 - 76: Dommy Mommy Alert (R18)

Chapter 77: Chapter 76: Dommy Mommy Alert (R18)

[Mission Received: Agatha Harkness.]

Difficulty: Medium

Character Sheet: S

Description: Agatha is a witch that governs over one of the most powerful witch covens in the world and has been around America since Salem. However, although Agatha is a woman of immense magical prowess and strength within her community, at times she becomes overwhelmed with stress and looks for ways to relieve it in a very physical and demanding way.

Objective: Help Agatha relieve her stress and give her a gift with it

Reward: 100,000

Main Mission:

Impregnante Once:

Rewards: 150 Gacha or Agatha's Magical Powers

Impregnate Twice:

Rewards: ?????????

Additional Missions:

Sleep with her within your first encounter with Agatha(Incomplete):

Reward: Legendary Coupon

Impregnate Agatha within her coven(Incomplete):

Reward: Legendary Coupon

Completely mind f*ck the witch who is known for her arts in mind control(Incomplete):

Reward: Legendary Coupon

Bonus Missions:

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'Damn she's fine.' Ricky thought as he leaned his head against the palm of his hand, tracing his eyes alongside her curves.

Needless to say, her hair was the first eye-catching feature as the white stripe grabbed your attention until her luscious locks flowed down her back.

In the soft light, they shimmered like polished silver, drawing your gaze to her face as she wore a chic, form-fitting dress.

The fabric clung to her in all the right places, accentuating her hourglass figure, while modestly flowing just past her knees.

The high neckline was contrasted by the cinched waist and sleek, tailored lines, hinting at the power beneath her polished exterior.

The dress, a rich, deep burgundy, highlighted her pale, flawless skin, making her appear both refined and mysterious.

Her gloved hands moved with an effortless grace, fingers tracing invisible patterns in the air as she spoke, each gesture filled with a restrained sensuality.

The stockings beneath her skirt shimmered slightly, drawing your attention to the perfectly poised way she crossed her legs, a subtle but deliberate show of confidence.

Her presence was magnetic, each detail from the slight curl of her hair to the tasteful heel on her shoes, exuding a dark, irresistible charm, as though she had long mastered the art of commanding attention without uttering a single word.

Her red lips, painted in the fashion of the time, curved into a knowing smile, and beneath her sharp gaze, you couldn't help but feel a mix of alertness and a very subtle hint of danger.

Agatha raised an eyebrow at Ricky's boldness, openly ogling her right in front of her, but at the same time, her eyes were quietly assessing him.

She wasn't just sensing the magic he exuded so naturally, but also taking in his figure, scrutinizing every detail with the same discerning intensity.

Ricky wasn't the only one being eyed like a piece of candy as Agatha found herself a little impressed by his sharp features, her gaze lingering on the strong cut of his jawline before trailing down to his muscled figure.

'At least he's cute.' Agatha stirred her drink slowly, her eyes never leaving Ricky.

He raised his smile, the realization dawning on him that she was scrutinizing him just as much as he had been admiring her.

'She's probably looking into me like Abraham said, but there isn't anything wrong with milking this for all it's worth.' Ricky thought, a sly grin tugging at his lips.

He saw this situation as more than just meeting someone from the magic world; it was an opportunity to engage with a drop-dead gorgeous woman who was assessing his every move.

Her eyes weren't just piercing through his magical essence, they were also drinking in every inch of him, analyzing his every move, and he wasn't about to let that attention go to waste.

"So, Agatha, what do I have to say to get more of your time?" Ricky flashed a sleazy smile, one that usually got him what he wanted as Agatha chuckled softly, an amused smile playing at her lips.

"Isn't it obvious? You have to ask all the right questions,"Agatha teased, leaning in slightly, her gaze subtly looking down at him, as if she were already two steps ahead.

"Then let's get the obvious question out of the way, what is a stunning woman like you doing in a small-town bar like this?" Ricky asked, his voice smooth, though a amused glint lingered in his eyes.

Agatha raised an eyebrow just as the bartender shot Ricky a sharp glare, tossing his rag aside before storming off, clearly unimpressed with the exchange.

"You really don't hold back, do you?" Agatha mused, swirling her drink before taking a light sip, her red lipstick leaving a delicate mark on the rim of the glass.

"I can't waste even a second if I'm on your time," Ricky chuckled, flattering her in a lively attempt to steer the conversation back on track.

Agatha caught the hint, her interest piqued, and leaned in slightly, ready to engage with a humorous tone.

"Well, if you're so desperate to know, I'm here on business," Agatha teased, her eyes transforming into crescent moons, delight dancing within them as if getting ready to enjoy watching Ricky squirm under her playful scrutiny.

"Can I also be desperate enough to learn what that business is?" Ricky laughed heartily at her words, his expression completely unbothered, a carefree confidence radiating from him.

"Promise you won't tell?" Agatha leaned in, her whisper frisky as she leaned closer to Ricky, her eyes glinting with mischief.

"Cross my heart." Ricky replied, making the crisscross gesture over his chest while mirroring her lean as his teasing demeanor matched hers.

"I'm actually here for a story that involves the Vatican." Agatha said, glancing around before cupping a hand next to her lips to keep her words secure.

"Whoa, you're a reporter?" Ricky asked, leaning into her tone and playing along. Agatha nodded, her expression serious yet playful.

"In fact, I'm looking for any leads on a story I'm investigating. Have you heard anything?" Agatha inquired, casually picking some lint off Ricky's shirt before brushing it away, her fingers lingering slightly as they grazed his chest.

"You know what, I actually have." Ricky showed a shocked expression, Agatha eyes tuning in as she waited for him to finish.

"I heard there's a powerful witch here on behalf of her coven, and what's more, she's lying about who she is to a dangerously handsome man with the most upfront intentions," Ricky whispered back, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

Agatha's smile stiffened as Ricky seemed to see right through her facade as she slowly turned to face him again, a mixture of surprise and caution flickering in her eyes.

"But I'm the desperate one," Ricky finished with a playful grin, leaning back slightly as Agatha erupted into laughter, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

She glanced to the side, momentarily caught off guard by his boldness, but the lightness of the moment hung in the air between them.

"I see." Agatha nodded her head, looking over at Ricky before dropping the facade.

"Then let's consider your time for questions over; now it's my turn," Agatha declared, as a amused glint in her blue eyes that slowly corroded into a rich purple.

"But how about we talk about who you really are?" Agatha whispered, her voice planting seeds of temptation into his ear as the spell slowly trickled into him.

The intensity of her words caused Ricky's eyes to light up with a deep purple hue, captivated by her intriguing invitation.

"Baby, I want this to work, so I think I'll need some more honesty from you about why you're here." Ricky said, flicking his toothpick unconsciously as he leaned in, fully countering Agatha's charm.

The playful energy shifted slightly, and her spell seemed to redirect back at her, making the air between them crackle with tension.

"Isn't it obvious, I simply want to know how you disturbed the natural order of magic-"

"!" Agatha immediately stood up, clutching her throat as her voice faltered, stumbling backwards in surprise.

"Talk about ruining the moment," Ricky said with a smile, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he watched Agatha completely drop her facade, revealing a serious demeanor as she processed her mental manipulation being redirected.

Her hands were immersed in a swirling purple haze, eyes ablaze with deep violet, while her hair danced wildly in the air as if caught in an unseen wind.

The atmosphere crackled with raw energy, a powerful aura radiating from her as she embraced the intensity of the moment.

"How can you use or redirect witchcraft magic if you're not a warlock by birth?" Agatha's voice turned stern and cold as she fixed her gaze on Ricky, her intensity palpable.

He finished his drink with a casual nonchalance, then slid Agatha's drink towards himself, an amused grin playing on his lips as he met her piercing stare.

"No idea," Ricky boldly lied, a playful smirk on his face as he downed her glass without a hint of shame, popping the olive into his mouth with a carefree expression.

"Oh relax~" Ricky waved his hand dismissively, letting out a tired sigh as he massaged his forehead.

"I've already had a chaotic day, so can we skip the whole 'Tell me or else we'll fight' routine? I'd much rather have an actual conversation with a beautiful woman like yourself, rather than get into a full blown fight with someone as captivating as you." Ricky patted the seat next to him invitingly, dismissing any option of fighting out with their respective powers.

Agatha stood there with a wary gaze for a long moment, analyzing Ricky intently as the swirling purple light slowly dwindled from her hands.

"Fine, but our conversation will consist of questions and truthful responses. Deal?" Agatha said, taking a seat next to him, clearly setting the rules for their exchange.

"Why not, I'll go first. What kind of panties are you wearing right now?" Ricky asked with a sleazy smile, eager to test just how truthful this would be, only to have Agatha lean in close to his ear.

"I'm not wearing any." Agatha sensually whispered, and Ricky couldn't help but whistle at her boldness, his intrigue piqued as he leaned in rather than shying away.

"Now, how did you cause that disturbance?" Agatha asked, her curiosity evident as she leaned closer, eager to get to the heart of the matter.

"I just awakened magic, and then everything just happened," Ricky said, skirting around the full truth as Agatha rubbed her chin thoughtfully.

"Am I your type?" Ricky asked with a playful grin, his tone teasing as he leaned in slightly as Agatha let out a small laugh, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes as she considered his question.

"I'd be lying if I said no," Agatha replied, a mischievous smile curling at the corners of her lips.

With a graceful sway of her hand in the air, a drink began to materialize before them, the purple energy controlled to its utmost ability.

"How did you redirect my magic back onto me?" Agatha asked, her tone curious yet laced with intrigue, as a martini slowly levitated into her hand, the glass shimmering as if alive with the energy of her craft.

"It's my X-Gene," Ricky answered casually, watching as Agatha showed a flicker of surprise before taking a sip of her martini.

"What's your favorite sexual position-"

"Doggy." Agatha, without a hint of shame, interjected before he could finish.

"What's your view on witches?" Agatha asked, her tone shifting to a more serious note, probing into his thoughts with genuine curiosity.

"If they're all as breathtaking as you, then I love them," Ricky replied, seizing the opportunity to flirt as Agatha raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on her lips.

"Now, for my last question: would you mind accompanying me back to my room?" Ricky asked, his tone playful as he reached into his pocket, only to realize that his key was missing.

Agatha then lifted her glass, downing it in one fell swoop, the smooth liquid disappearing with practiced ease.

She placed some change on the counter with a casual flourish, a confident smile dancing on her lips as she turned to Ricky.

"Yeah, why not," Agatha shrugged, a hint of stress evident in her demeanor as she regarded Ricky as nothing more than a relieving stress doll.

"You're cute enough, and I've been stressed with everything lately," Agatha admitted, her words cutting straight to the point, indicating that her interest leaned more toward his appearance than his personality before she dangled his room key in front of his face.

"Sweet," Ricky replied, unfazed by her honesty as he, too, had been under immense stress lately and saw this as a win-win scenario.

"Oh darling, let's see if you can keep that little cute smile after a couple of hours~," Agatha teased, side-eyeing him with a playful smirk.

Ricky felt a rush of heat, pitching a tent almost immediately at her daring tone as she swayed her hips in such a seductive way, leading him up the stairs.

"Or maybe you'll only last a couple of minutes~," Agatha winked at him, her voice dripping at the sensual challenge as Ricky responded with his signature sleazy smile,

"I'll guess you'll have to find out-"

*SNAP*

*BAM*

Immediately, Agatha snapped her fingers, and the door slammed shut with a resounding thud.

Before Ricky could fully comprehend the sudden shift, his clothes were swept away by a wave of purple magic, leaving them scattered carelessly on the floor.

At the same time, the bedsheets seemed to come alive, wrapping around Ricky's wrists and ankles, effortlessly dragging him onto the bed and securing him to the frame.

In a flash, his mouth was swiftly gagged, leaving him momentarily stunned and it was only after he finally registered the bizarre turn of events that Ricky looked around in bewildered curiosity.

"I'm going to have so much fun breaking you~" Ricky echoed her own words back to her, catching her lips before she could think to respond, then he slammed his cock deep inside her.

*THUMP*

The bedframe crashed against the wall as Agatha surrendered completely to Ricky's thrust, taking in all of his cock without a hint of restraint as he immediately lodged itself deep within her, filling her womb entirely.

However, Agatha couldn't even let out a moan; her muffled words were overwhelmed by Ricky's lips as her eyes fluttered upwards in bliss.

The taste of his tongue, combined with the intensity of her pleasure amplifying, left her feeling limp and malleable, utterly consumed by Ricky's skillful movements.

*THUMP*

*THUMP*

*THUMP*

The bedframe repeatedly slammed into the wall, resonating with the rhythm of Ricky's relentless thrusts, as his cock plunged in and out of her continuously slick pussy.

Each wave of pleasure surged higher than the last, overwhelming Agatha to the point where she could only surrender to another climax, her body completely under Ricky's control.

Words escaped her as ecstasy enveloped her, leaving her breathless and utterly at his mercy.

While entirely enveloped in her warmth, Ricky felt his balls tighten as he quickened his pace, thrusting deeply into the intoxicating flood of her arousal.

Each powerful movement drew him closer to the precipice of his own release, pushing him deeper into Agatha, who lay beneath him, surrendering to his every thrust.

With a final, aggressive motion, he pulled back slightly, savoring the moment before plunging back in, ready to unleash the overwhelming pleasure that surged within him.

*THUMP*

The wall behind them cracked under the intensity of their union as Ricky's cock erupted, filling Agatha's pristine pink walls with a warm coat of thick, white cum.

Each surge painted her insides, the warmth swirling within the depths of her womb, amplifying the pleasure that coursed through them both.

Agatha's body convulsed in waves of pleasure as her orgasm bloomed within Ricky's hold.

Her tongue ensnared by his, she felt utterly pinned down, her body surrendering to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her as the only reaction she could muster was the continuous spewing of her nectar.

*GASP*

"AH~" Agatha's lips were finally freed from Ricky's hold, and she gasped for breath, only to let out another moan as he released her hands.

Agatha shivered against Ricky's body, her eyes still glazed with desire as her hands wrapped around his back.

Ricky simply smiled, delivering soft kisses along her collarbone and leaving small marks in their wake.

"You're an animal~" Agatha breathlessly whispered, her voice ragged as she lay strung out beneath Ricky, her body still trembling from the intensity of their encounter.

"I thought I was a little puppy-"

*Huff*

*Huff*

"I take it back, you're a rabid dog." Agatha huffed between breaths, her hand gently patting his cheek.

Ricky's fingers instinctively went to his face, clutching her hand firmly against his skin, holding it there as he gazed down at her, a sly smile tugging at his lips.

"Then I guess it's my victory. However, I'm a gentleman," Ricky laughed, sitting up before grabbing her thighs.

With a swift motion, he flipped her over, keeping her perfectly skewered on his cock.

Agatha let out a breathless gasp, her body adjusting to the shift, her back arching beneath him as Ricky leaned down, pressing his chest against her back while she remained on all fours.

His breath was hot against her ear as his hands gripped her hips firmly, keeping her in place as he whispered,

"So we'll do it in your favorite position," Ricky's husky voice whispered in her ear, sending a shiver down Agatha's spine.

His hands slid slowly up her curvy body, tracing every inch until they rested on her perky breasts, squeezing them gently as his hips shifted against her.

She bit her lip, her body betraying her with every tremble as she adjusted to the rhythm he was setting, caught between his dominance and her own lingering pride.

"Ha~" Agatha moaned out, her breath hitching as a wave of pleasure surged through her body.

Ricky's fingers squeezed her nipples just right, twisting them lightly, sending electric pulses that made her arch further into his touch.

Every subtle movement amplified her sensitivity, her body betraying her desire as she melted under his control, unable to contain the soft gasps that escaped her lips.

"Ah~" Agatha moaned louder, her body trembling as Ricky's hips moved with deliberate slowness, each sway sending his cock deeper inside her.

She could feel the heat of his molten cum still swirling within her womb, every thrust stoking the fire that burned between them.

The sensation of him filling her so completely, coupled with the simmering pressure, had her teetering on the edge once more.

"You have the perfect face, Agatha, and such a tight pussy, but your mouth is a big problem, it never shuts up~" Ricky teased her further, his lips brushing against her ear as her soft, subtle moans filled the air.

He trailed gentle kisses from her earlobe down to her shoulder, each kiss making her body shudder in response.

Slowly, he released his grip on one of her breasts, his hand sliding up to tilt her chin toward him

"But we're going to fix you, I'm going to fix you~" Ricky repeated the words from earlier, his tone soft yet teasing as Agatha's body reacted instinctively, her eyes fluttering closed as she recognized the familiar taunt.

"You're really funny-AH!" Agatha was poised to deliver a snide remark, but before she could speak, Ricky thrust his hips deep into her, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

She arched up instinctively, her breath hitching as the sensation overwhelmed her while Ricky kept his mouth still hovered on her ear.

"Now, Agatha, good girls get treats, but bad girls-....well, they get punished." Ricky continued to echo her words, his voice low and teasing, as he thrust her head into the sheets.

With each powerful movement, he reached for the nearby sheets, his intention clear as he bound her wrists, ensuring she was firmly anchored in place before grabbing the nearby paddle lying all by itself to the side.

"W-Wait-"

*TWACK*

"Ah~" Agatha betrayed herself with a soft moan, the sound escaping her lips despite her attempts to hold back.

One hand firmly held her head down onto the bed while amplifying the pleasure while the other swung the paddle.

"Did you just moan?" Ricky curiously asked, lightly tapping the paddle against her reddened cheek as Agatha shot him a horrified side-eye, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief at her own moan.

"N-No, I would never-"

"But, I never gave you permission to feel that way. Isn't that unfair?" Ricky sleazy smile raised alongside the paddle.

*TWACK*

"AH~"

*TWACK*

"AH~"

*TWACK*

"AH~"

Each swing of the paddle against her slowly reddening ass sent ripples of ecstasy coursing through her, intertwining pain and pleasure in a tantalizing dance that left her breathless and yearning for more.

The sharp stings ignited a fire within her, heightening her senses and drawing her deeper into the intoxicating mix of sensations that enveloped her.

With every impact, she felt herself slipping further into a state of bliss, craving the delicate balance of dominance and surrender that defined their encounter.

"You're such a bad girl~" Ricky hummed, restarting his thrusts as their hips collided fiercely, the gentle nature of their rhythm replaced by a fiercer approach.

"Ah-"

Just as his cock was fully submerged inside her, eliciting a moan from her lips, he brought the paddle down with a swift motion.

*TWACK*

"AH!" Agatha screeched out a moan, her eyes rolling back in bliss as an overwhelming wave of pleasure jolted through her.

The combination of Ricky's relentless thrusts and the sting of the paddle sent her spiraling into a state of euphoric abandon, leaving her gasping for breath and craving more.

Even the sharp impact of her ass being slapped echoing in the room amplified the pleasure coursing through Agatha, her body shivering desperately for more and deepening the intoxicating blend of sensations that enveloped them both.

Their dynamic shifted dramatically, Agatha becoming a ragdoll in Ricky's grasp as he treated her like nothing more than a plaything.

All she could do was respond with fervent moans, her body yielding to his every desire.

"AH~" Agatha let out a muffled moan, her head pinned to the bed as she suddenly erupted in a wave of climax, spraying her release onto Ricky.

He simply grinned, using her slickness as lubricant to thrust even deeper, pushing the boundaries as his cock started stretching her womb.

*THUMP*

"AH~"

*THUMP*

"AH~"

*THUMP*

"AH~"

Ricky slammed his hips into Agatha with relentless force, her body a limp rag doll beneath him while only letting out sloppy moans, completely consumed by the overwhelming pleasure he was inflicting.

The slick nectar oozed from her folds, a glistening testament to their wild encounter, pooling around them in a sticky mess.

With each thrust, the sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room, a wet, and sloppy symphony.

As he leaned closer, he could feel the heat radiating from her body, the scent of their mingled arousal thick in the air.

The paddle was discarded, forgotten, as he fought to maintain her perfect arch, his hands gripping her hips with possessive intensity.

He could sense the pressure building within him, his balls tightening as he neared the edge.

With a final, brutal thrust, Ricky erupted, his cock spewing thick, hot cum deep into her womb.

Agatha's body responded with a shuddering gasp, her stomach inflating like a balloon as he filled her completely.

The mixture of his release and her own juices dripped down, creating a slick, chaotic mess between them.

"AH!" Agatha finally let out a desperate cry, her climax crashing over her in waves, leaving her breathless and vulnerable beneath his overpowering presence.

That eruption of heat washed over her psyche like a tidal wave, engulfing Agatha in a deluge of overwhelming sensations.

The brutal climax surged through her, crashing against her consciousness with such intensity that it felt like a shattering revelation of her own body's capabilities.

Each pulse of Ricky's release filled her, a primal introduction to motherhood that left her gasping and breathless.

In that moment, her mind spiraled into blissful oblivion, the world around her fading as her senses drowned in the ecstasy of their union.

*Huff*

*Huff*

*Huff*

Even in her unconscious state, Agatha let out soft, huffed pants, her body twitching with lingering sensations as Ricky slowly pulled out.

His release erupted from her worn, glistening folds, a warm cascade that pooled beneath her, marking the aftermath of their fervent encounter.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Ricky gazed down at his handiwork, a mix of pride and satisfaction flooding his chest.

He marveled at the sight of her, sprawled and blissfully vulnerable, the remnants of their passion glistening against her skin.

With tender care, he pulled the unconscious Agatha into his embrace, cradling her against him.

Her warmth seeped into him, and for a fleeting moment, he actually felt slightly relived to not sleep alone as he hugged his arms around her as her breathing slowly calmed down at the action.

Her head rested softly against his sweaty chest, the rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing lulling Ricky into a sense of peace.

As he felt her warmth seep into him, his eyes slowly drifted closed, savoring the intimate moment.

Each gentle inhale of her breath filled him with a serene comfort, and as he succumbed to the embrace of sleep, a single thought flickered in his mind

'Thank you, God, for this dommy mommy.'

Author's Note: Tried something new with this one so tell me if I hit the mark or missed it and other things you'd like to see in smut.