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Thank You For The Venom - My Chem
Gods and Monsters - Lana Del Rey
“Is that a person you have under there? Or are you just happy to see me?” Agatha Harkness asks Death. As Rio slices into her palm for the potion, they are working on.
You’d laugh if you thought it was funny, but as you’d been blindfolded for the last 700-ish years. You found that humor wasn’t something easy to access in the recesses of your mind any longer. The sound of blood hitting a vile is heightened in your blind state.
“Not for you, Sweetheart, not a toy.” Rio dismisses as she’s concentrating.
“Tell that to that gorgeous body, you really aren’t going to let me sneak a peak?” Agatha hops off the stool and stalks towards your cage. You feel a sudden need to scratch anxiously at your metal-chained ankle.
“You do and you’ll be stuck here for longer than you want.” Rio warns though she doesn’t sound like she herself believes you’d do it.
“My love, you’ll have to be more direct, I’m afraid your wit is lost in this moment.” The unsuspecting lover investigates.
“The blindfolded soul over there is none of then the love child of Athena and the unforgettable Medusa.”
Your heart aches at the sound of your dead parent, and the goddess who called you bastard.
“I thought the lore was Poseidon, no?” Agatha’s question is quieter, like she’s being careful. Which was a joke, if she was being kind she wouldn’t ask it.
“Don’t believe every story,” Rio chuffed and then seemed to go back to tinkering.
“So similar eyes then?” The witch asks completely fascinated.
“Similar serpent hair too, that’s why the current blindfold and bag over the head. One of them tried to bite me this morning on feeding.” Rio says, her tone sounds closer to entertained than irritated.
“So….Can they not speak? No tongue?” Agatha moves away from your cage, her foot fall is quieter than Rio’s. Like she’s better at hiding, you muse what her parents must have been like, to teach her to hide this way.
“They can, the real question you want to know is does their forked tongue feel good inbewteen your folds, and the answer is yes.” Rio’s voice dropped a few octaves and you smirked in the dark of your confinement.
A slap could be heard, similar to the thud of the back of the skull, probably a joke not taken with such jest. This witch was bold, hitting Death like she was a common man.
“The demigod has ears, right? Perhaps if you were kinder to your pets they would please you and not bite you.”
“You are so young, tell me that again in a century, let’s see if you feel that way still, my love. Siphoning off witches, you are one to talk.” Rio’s tone tells you she thinks it’s all humorous.
“I’m not saying free the beast, I’m saying you catch far more interesting creatures with honey.” Agatha’s footsteps move towards you again.
“Now here I always thought they were speaking of bees.”
“What can I say? I’m a covenless witch,” The witch cackles and you gulp, the small sound bringing the pair to the realization. Perhaps you weren’t ignoring their discussion.
“Not easy to read your pet.” Agatha’s quizical nature should be easy to manipulate, but you find that running away isn’t even a thought you entertain anylonger. Who has successfully run away from Death?
“Exactly Agatha, my pet. Not yours, and you’ll get a nosebleed trying that hard. They’re sinfully delicious and devious for a reason. My forked tongue friend over there is in time out for a good reason. And you are just human enough that it wouldn’t take much.”
“I’m a witch.”
“A think you never let me forget.”
“I’ll have to remember that.” Agatha flirts effortlessly, and you think she must be a beauty to get away with such a mischievous nature.
“What? Forked tongue friends don’t make sex toys?”
“No, the thing about the nosebleed. It might come in handy some day, now move. I want an introduction.” The sound of Agatha hitting Rio’s hands can be heard, and you wonder who is really in charge of this romance.
“This isn’t high court, go hit the bars yourself. And do me a favor, don’t make me clean up your mess when this goes wrong.” Death sounds closer to an old calloused thing now.
“Who knew Lady Muerte was such a buzzkill?” The young witch teased but her voice was closer again, and her steps were soft but sure.
You wanted to know what she looked like, but would never raise the binding, never look at her.
“You must be listening, you don’t take me as a simple minded little thing.” Agatha must mean it as a compliment but your leg twitches at the idea of you being simple.
Death scoffed in enjoyment of a game yet to be set up, no pieces out, yet she was enthused to see two of her pets playing, wondering who would win.
You licked your dry cracked lips taking a shaky breath you spoke, unsure of the last time you did that.
“Could we begin this trial with a bit of water for the defendant?” You counter and hear a shuffle, but once again wait until metal of the bar is lifted to your amazement.
“I didn’t say you could go inside!”
“Hush, you jealous thing, you would think you were the first monster a woman ever loved.”
“Well, I sort of am.” Rio countered, but Agatha found your weak hand and guided it to a glass.
“You have a blindfold under this I suppose?”
“Yes, witchling.”
Agatha took off the bag and your long snakes didn’t hiss at the change of light. And the witch must have liked it, from the slight noise of appreciation. As her palm caressed the crown of your head, one of your many snakes pushed into her hand like a puppy would it’s master.
As her free hand gave you a wooden cup with water.
“I don’t think I like this.” Rio yells and you wonder if she believes you’ll hurt the witch.
“Why are you so afraid of me showing this demigod kindness?” Agatha says over her shoulder. But keeps touching you.
“Not your pet, not a demigod, and oh yeah not your pet. Not sure If I said that enough yet, let me say it once more not your pet Agatha!” Rio got more enraged and this made both of you confused.
“And here I believed it was my attention you were possessive of.” Agatha sounded far more intrigued than hurt.
“You don’t know how hard it was to catch it.”Death admits and you find a bit of enjoyment at the truth of her words. Agatha doesn’t ask, though, instead using this moment as a chance to scold her lover.
“They are not a sex toy, they’re a soul who you’ve confined to a cage. What is your name?”
“It doesn’t matter,” you mumble, and Agtha makes a defiant noise in Death’s direction.
You chug the last of the water and set down the cup blindly. Agatha seems sure that you are harmless, as she lets her hand leave your body. To go and give Rio a piece of her mind, leaving the cage door open. Yet you don’t make an escape, leaning back and sighing glad to have a drink.
“And I bet you’ve never asked you bad boy! You must take better care of your pets. Honestly, you should be in this cage instead.”
“You both would like that too much.” Rio sneers, properly ashamed and unable to say it.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, I’ll wash you, is that alright?” Agatha says her voice coming louder as she re-enters the cage, but waits for you this time, your consent.
You wonder how this will play out, but your achy bones would love the warmth. You decide it has nothing to do with Agatha; it was merely a manipulation of good fortune, nothing more. So you carefully nod once.
And Rio only grows more frustrated as Agatha takes you out of the cage, guiding you down a hall to a bathtub. She’s tender, not trying to hurt you. But she washes you with care like a mother would a child.
“Why do you do this for me, witchling? You upset your lover for no reason.” You really weren’t sure of her motives here.
But as Agatha took a basin of warm bath water and washed your sore back, you could not help but let out a content sigh.
“Perhaps I brought you in here to have my wicked way with you.” She says but her voice isn’t the same, and you don’t fall for her bait. As Agatha sets down the container and brings out a comb and some more soap to lather your chest.
“You would have done that already.” You push back, not really sure if that was true. Perhaps the witch wanted you sparkling clean before she rode your face like Rio does.
“Maybe a bit of kindness sparks friendship. And Rio just hasn’t learned that yet.” Agatha says so quietly you almost don’t hear it. “Or it could be that I know what it feels like to be forgotten.”
Agatha rinses over your shoulders again, and you can’t leave this feeling that something terrible will come of this good deed, and it was only a matter of time. Still you did not fear for yourself, so you ask the real question.
“What do you want from Death?”
“Interesting.” Agatha answers right away and scrubs again at your skin.
“What?” You don’t jerk away from her touch as she carefully washes your injured snake’s cut.
“How you defend your monster just as I do. Maybe that makes more sense to you than?.”
“I don’t follow.” A snake bends and it’s tongue drinks at the moisture on your shoulder, your beauties are as thirst as you.
“Why, I intend to defend you as well.”
The words stick in your throat like tar and you can’t say anything for the rest of the bath. Agatha doesn’t work fast, she’s methodical and gentle. And it pains you how her touch seems to bring you peace.
Hours later, when the witch is gone and you return to your cell and cot. Rio re-enters like a beast bent on bloodlust.
Rio punishes you for Agatha’s attention.
Using her vines to strap you against the bars of the cage or your cot.
Keeping your eyes bound, she’d disrobe and ride your face, waiting for your forked tongue to slip inside of her.
“That’s my whore. Nothing more than my pleasure doll. You lick me so good, I’ll feed you if you can make me cum. Can you do that? Can you behave for me beast?” Rio would say and she’d hold your nose and sit harder, making you writhe underneath her if you didn’t fuck her just right.
Your mouth was for her use only.
And your pleasure was never mentioned; your pussy was saved for a day when Rio would take it. Until then, your forked tongue lifted her tanned clit hood, before pushing against the bundle of nerves. When Rio would start to hump out of rhythm, it was your cue to push inside of her, as deep as possible.
Rio had grown to enjoy when your tendrils of hair, those ghastly snakes would bite at her thighs.
Pooling bits of deaths blood, she’d heal just as fast, and more fangs would enter her hip, her thighs, just under her knee.
Rio loved the pain, loved the feeling of her blood collecting and then another serpent breaking skin once more.
You were fluent in Deaths dance with cunnilingus.
Earning you the reward of Death ejaculating all over your nose, mouth, and chin. Not exactly the ambrosia that the gods promised their children.
But you had to admit, Death tasted deep and earthy, something so sinful that it made you ache. Licking up the mess after Rio would allow you this moment to clean her, but her hands never touched your body, a clear example of her power.
This happened at least twice a day, even with her new Witch toy.
Agatha made a visit every day, her new obsession for killing withces more than just her lust for more magic. But an excuse to have a little fun with her lover, and it seemed as though a perfect excuse to come and see you. And in the autum she came bearing gifts.
“What is that?” Rio’s disdain for whatever it was, was clear without you needing to see a thing. Your ears picked up her objection to the offending offering.
“An apple silly, are you the one who’s eyes are shut?” Agatha flirts and you wish you could gag. But Rio took away such a delightful muscle.
“You are giving it gifts?” Rio would take to calling you ‘it’ from time to time to make her own guilt lessen. You didn’t mind, you felt more and more like a thing on her shelf these days.
“Do you give them gifts after you make them please you?” Agatha pushed only to be given a non answer;
“Don’t get attached.” Rio muttered as though you were a stray.
“You are not the boss of me.” The witch reminded the dark entity.
“I am the boss of them.” Death ruled, though her audience didn’t seem to care.
“Hmm, you should ask our serpent which master they favor?” Agatha had that tone, the one you knew to be lust now.
A glass broke, something that shouldn’t have. And Death had lost her patience.
“Agatha give the apple, take your ingredients and get out!” The extra boom in Rio’s voice came from some deep casm of magic, and the walls vibrated.
Then nothing. Quiet stilled the room.
“Rio?” Agatha asked far softer then before.
You sorta wished you could see this, a witch bringing such a cosmic creature to bend with the tilt of her finger.
Athenea would be proud, your asshole of a parent would have said something stupid about how love is always the answer. And that true love could cure anything. Even stop time or mend a monster.
What a bitch.
Time ticked on, but you heard Agatha breathing, knew they weren’t done with this conversation. Yet the silence kept drumming on, like the little soldier on a hill with his sticks marching into battle with his virginity and rosary beads.
You waited for a bloody crescendo, a climax of carnage, or even a final kiss of forgiveness.
You waited for time to decide, and fate to take.
Death didn’t respond, didn’t budge.
Whatever transpired between them was delicate, a fondling of lovers….until it wasn’t.
Until it turned to what it always did, thrusting and dirty talk. Sweat and the smell of sex and release. And then it got erotically violent, as you were the unconsenting voyuer to their scene.
“Your pet wants a lick, I bet I can still taste the cum down their chin!” Agatha would antagonize.
“If you don’t cum on me soon, I’ll put you in there with the snake. Let them lick you until you become unconscious!” Rio would blankly threaten, as least you assumed. As you were used in their sex talk, for hours and hours. It would have brought a mortal to agony. That much sexual tension, that much desire just through the bars.
You simply lay in your cage, taking slow breaths, and thinking of a different time, a different place. Conducting symphonies in the corners of your mind palace.
It wasn’t until an hour or so later you were jolted from slumber by fingers tapping the cage.
“May I come in?” A sex strained voice greeted you with all the smells. Agatha was a sinful aroma. More decadent then any sweets or fruit she’d steal away for you. But you were not their lover, you were in a cage. And you’d like to remind them both of that fact.
“I am but a creature, I have no rights, and therefor no concerns with consent.” You resentfully tell the witch. Who lets out a disappointed noise, that’s when you hear the apple roll to your foot. You don’t reach for it, and Agatha walks away.
You tune out their argument as they had so many these days, and you were quickly becoming a favorite topic during them.
Your finger reached out to the right of your temple, a small snake of yours had been injured by another, and you’d been concerned about it, slowly your thumb rubbed the top of his head. A sweet spot on this cold reptile.
The night came and the autumn chill was lessa reminder of time, Rio opened a window near your cage one evening and you sighed.
“I never asked if you liked it cold or hot?”
You hesitated not understand at first that Death was speaking to you. So she continued anxiously now.
“I mean you have snakes but that doesn’t help me to know if you like it hot or cold…snakes like both. Just depends on the snake….Ive come to realize there’s much I never asked you.”
You let the silence sit a little longer than necessary. But you hadn’t held Death's conversation like this in such a long time.
“Cold is good, I like the sound of the rain at night.”
“I think I…I may owe you an apology.”
“Why? Because a witch lover has asked it?” You sneer in revolution.
“No, because I grew angry when you did not return my affection. I wanted…well.. Zeus had Cerberus…Dionysus befriended lions…”
“So you kept me instead of befriending a raven or taming a goat?” Your lip curls at the grotesque notion.
“No, no, well I just wanted company…I suppose.”
“And now you have it.” It comes out far more jealous then you intent it to.
“Yes?” The hope in Rio’s voice is lost on you.
“Harkness seems a bright witch.” You continue on, trying to sound happy for Death.
“No, I mean yes she is, but no that’s not what I’m saying.” Rio stumbles around in her thoughts and you don’t really get where she’s misunderstanding or you are.
“What is it you want?”
“Your loyalty.” It comes out too quick to be a lie. Too honest maybe, and you’d rather that.
“You bound me to a cage and ride my tongue. You’ve given a gentle touch or any freedom to roam. And now you speak of loyalty?” You scoff and sneer at the words. And Rio has the nerve to sulk; you can’t see it but her breathing says enough.
“I -
“And what of me Death?”
“What-“
“Did I not have hopes and dreams some centuries ago?
“You may have forgotten but it was I who worshiped nightly at an altar for you. I read the spell, chanted, gave blood from a dagger so that I could visit you. When Athena found out her bastard of a child longed for the darkest form she beheaded one of my snakes. There was a time I would have begged to serve at your side, why did you never even ask it?” You speak in fury, your lungs burn and the night is quiet.
“I did not realize I need only to ask..I have a black heart you see..” Rio whispers and you lay back down and turn your back to her.
“I hope your black heart and witch are adequate for your needs.”
Rio doesn’t speak to you that night; she slides your meal inside and you do not touch it. She sits at the end of your cage in a wooden chair and watches for any sign of your mood to shift. But you only lay, unable to weep.
Rio takes an apple and her dagger and carves the skin off. She makes a long curve, you can tell from the sound of it not hitting the cold ground. And then Death slices into it and puts it into a bowl, before sliding it into your cell once more.
You don’t bite.
So Rio sighs, seeming at a loss with you.
But then she sits up quickly and unlatches the cage. Grabbing you from behind, you twist away but she’s not letting up.
“VIDAL RELEASE ME! I WILL NOT LICK YOU!”
“Relax, I’ve got a treat for you.”
You doubt it but you don’t have much of a choice as the sound of her dagger slicing into the floor makes you weary. Rio sliced not through the cobblestones but through the world. And as you were shoved into said hole, you had not expected to come out the other side and be this wet.
But rain poured hard against your skin, and you let out a happy shriek.
“You like the rain, right?”
You don’t answer, excited to feel the cool wet against your skin.
“I trust you, I hurt you, and I don’t deserve your loyalty. But I’ll give you mine.” Death spoke these words for the first time in her long existence, and you flinch as your blindfold is lifted.
Your eyes are closed tight, and you don’t know what she’s doing.
“Open them.”
“I can’t.I-”
“You can’t hurt me, remember? It’s okay.”
It was true, Rio had blindfolded you at your own request. You’d been tired of turning people into stone like your late parent. And she tried to tell you even in captivity that Death doesn’t turn to stone. But you had been adamant. And Rio had never before seen your eyes open. And you in turn didn’t know what she looked like.
It was all new, trust and sight wrapped in one.
“But-” You stammer a little, lost at the invitation.
“You can, look at the night.” Rio reminds you, more than tells you, and it’s gentle and kind and your eyes slowly open for the first time in over 700 years.
It takes longer than it should for your eyes to adjust. But Rio parts the clouds for you, so that it’s raining but you can see it, see the moon for the first time in forever.
The moon is bright and full and you are sure nothing has ever been more gorgeous. Until your eyes catch sight of Death. Not sure how you expected Death to look, but seeing Rio.
You had never dared to imagine her to be this breathtaking. The gentle curve of her cheeks, the gap in her teeth. The soulful way in which her gaze held you. The light that seemed to shine in Death.
Much like this moon in the sky full of void, of unknown.
Your bottom lip quaked; you’d not expected to feel this way.
And this time tears do fall. You panic at the sensation.
“Catch them!”You sob, knowing from your mother they shouldn’t be wasted on something as trivial as you own emotions.
“No,” Rio shakes her head, and you can’t believe it.
“They’re valuable!” You say like she’s forgotten, like Death is a sentimental halfwit.
“Not as valuable as this moment. I know it doesn’t fix what I’ve done…but I don’t want to hold you prisoner anymore. If you wish to go, I’ll not stop you. Though we must find a home for you that isn’t near mortals.” Rio joked, thinking of all of the souls she’d have trapped in your stone.
“I’ll stay, if you…If you let me out of the cage.” You say quickly, unsure of where this answer was coming from. It seemed Vidal didn’t believe it either.
“You want to stay?” Her hesitancy sounds more like ‘do you have stockholm syndrome’ but Death doesn’t voice that.
“I want to stay.” You challenge, not sure what life without your captor….your only friend even looked like anymore.
“Death’s doorstep is not favored by most.” Rio reminds you grimly.
“I’m cold blooded.” You say like that closes the case.
You stay with Death.
For the majority of the time you kept the blindfold off, unless Rio informed you Agatha was to visit. You didn’t realize the house was so vast. Reminding you of of some gothic castle. It took you almost a month to learn each room, and you had fun using your eyes again. Stealing a piece of charcoal you doodled on the fireplace floor, and Rio was fast in supplying you some real art tools.
You were endlessly grateful, and spent most days by Rio’s side in the garden or in her greenhouse, drawing as she worked on her secret projects.
Rio no longer used you for pleasure, and that was something you weren’t sure how you felt…
Agatha must be helping her now, as she frequented Rio’s home. Your intentions were to leave them be, in their nauseatingly infatuated state. Or at least you attempted to, but you found they didn’t leave you alone….not ever.
“Don’t you two have some romping in the bedroom to do or kissing under a tree or whatever pleasure of the flesh they do this century?” You quip uncomfortably as Agatha has you sitting between her legs, her hands busy feeding your snakes. She’d already, like a child would, gone through all of your drawings without asking. Trying to get you to draw her something, and you’d refused and snatched the parchement back. Agatha didn’t take offense, as she never did your grumpy moods.
And as she tended to your snakes, they seemed far more infatuated with her than happy with you most of the time now.
“So you believe that if I mix two strains of what was it again?” Rio mused her books open as you three sat in her greenhouse. It had been vacant until Agatha sniffed you out, but you were never able to scurry away from them long.
“It’ll be a deadly plant, but it was made from the blood of gods. It’s not someting you can make with a witch and a bastard pet. You need real god blood.” You rub your forehead annoyed, the silk binding over your eyes doing wonders against your sore skin. No longer rough material to hide your eyes.
You think for a second that Rio needs this ancient thing for…mating? No that was ridiculous.
“You are a god!” Agatha reminded you like you had just needed some self love all this time. And you sigh and try to collect yourself.
“Not in the ways it counts, now don’t you two have somewhere else you could flirt and finger each other?”
From teh sounds of it, Rio sets down her utensils to regale you with a story, and you already know it won’t be good.
“Not finginering - Agatha has recently been using a smooth wooden phallic like object to pretend it’s you in her ass as I play with her pusssy, actually.” Rio states like it isn’t dirty and you know they must see you blushing.
“You’ve been in chastity so long, do you remember what release even feels like my little snake?” Agatha whispers in your ear and the snakes nuzzle against her cheek and you take this moment to jump out of your seat. Sketchbook and graphite in hand you make your leave as fast as possible. Blush building on your skin to uncomfortable heights.
“Where are you going?” Rio’s been exceptionally great about giving you full access to her home. But she got frightened if you left a room still, wanting to give you everything but afraid you would not return.
“Wherever you two aren’t playing Eve and Lilith!” You shout and stomp out of the greenhouse.
“Baby Basilisk don’t go! Come back!” Agatha begs but you round the spiral staircase and flea their games. Hands touching surfaces as you stumble now at not seeing a thing.
This continues for some time, their game of cat and mouse. Trying to embarrass you and flirt and then you running away. Until one day it’s just you and Rio by the large ancient tree in her garden and she asks.
“Do you not like Agatha?”
You bristle instantly at the very notion.
“How could you say such a thing? Have I been rude?”
“So you do like Agatha?”
You stop for a second, wondering if this was a trick question of jealousy.
“I enjoy her company, she’s a smart witch. I am still your pet though.” You say gently and Rio brushes the dirt off her hands and thinks for a moment.
“Why do you run from our advances?”
“I always figured your prodding was a way to make me run away, a sort of game you two delighted in?”
“Aren’t you curious why I had to please me all those years and did not take?”
“I can’t say - while my mouth was busy- I ever thought about it.”
You regard Death who appears self concious as she puts out the herbs on the table in the yard.
“This was foolish, forget I said a thing.” Death shrugs her demeanor shifting to regret.
“Rio, why?” You close your project to really study her. It’s easier with the use of your eyes.
Rio balls her fists and sets them on the flat surface, and she seems to be struggling with a thought.
“I was trying to drive you to madness.”
Crickets chirp in the yard before the stupid comment really sinks in.
“Thank you?” Your face morphed to pain and Rio speaks again.
“No, I mean I wanted…I want you to give yourself freely. I hoped you would ask.”
“Oh.”
“Oh?”
A beat again, and you look down at your barfeet in the dirt.
“All those centuries of chastity….and all I had to do was ask?”
The moment stretches and then you break out into the hardest laugh gripping your sides. And Rio is stuck for a moment before your laughter becomes too infectious and Death giggles alongside you.
“You mean to tell me I’ve been deprived of orgasms for 700 years running and you and a witch have been flirting with me this whole time to make love to me?” You giggle at the end losing your breath and Rio nods and laughs harder with you.
After your chuckles subside you look up into the sky and see even in the autum night, a yellow twinge to your luna. The stars are sparkling like they too can’t be ignored. You can’t hide your excitement. You turn to Rio and beam.
“Call the witch, let’s play under the moon.”