9. Chapter 9
Chapter nine
Delia hurried off to her wing of the cathedral in search of her tomes, and shortly after, Regina set off to try and contact the Council. Amelie had already stood and was beginning to clear away the dishes from the table when she noticed Hestia still sitting in her spot, staring out the window.
Getting her dish-washing spell going, Amelie wandered back over to where the redhead was sitting and did her best to distract the other woman from her spiral.
“You saw me immediately post sex earlier today,” Amelie started. “The least you can do is help me prep some ingredients.”
Surprised by Amelie’s bold statement, Hestia turned her head away from the window, eyes wide as she looked at the kitchen witch. Though, to her credit, she was only stunned for a moment before the warm, flirtatious light filled her eyes again.
“Oh, is that so?” Hestia laughed.
“I think it’s only fair.” Amelie stood up again, offering a hand to Hestia. Hestia, like Delia, was shorter than her, but not by much, so instead of looking too far down to be able to look her in the eyes, she was more or less able to meet her gaze directly.
“I mean, I had some other ideas about how to make it up to you, but this works too.” Hestia teased, following Amelie back over to the counter.
“Oh, you did, did you?” Amelie grinned, happy that flirting had been the correct move to pull Hestia back to the present.
If flirting with a beautiful woman who was clearly interested in her was something she could do to help the situation they’d all found themselves in, then that was just a sacrifice she was willing to make.
Setting Hestia up with a chopping board and knife, Amelie washed potatoes and carrots, before placing them in front of the redhead.
As Hestia got to work, Amelie started on the meat that would go into the pie and scrounged up a ceramic pie dish.
One of her comfort foods that she’d been taught how to make from a young age was Shepherd’s Pie, and given the amount of stress floating around the cathedral right now, Amelie figured that they could all use a little comfort.
“I’m going to check the pantry for some spices, you doing alright?” Amelie called as she made her way across the kitchen.
“Yep! Almost done.” Amelie was grateful to hear that Hestia’s voice had returned mostly back to normal.
So with a little more pep in her step, Amelie made her way over to the sliding wood door next to the fridge.
When she opened it, she couldn’t help but pause for a moment in awe despite everything that was going on.
Knowing this was her kitchen, made from her hearth, was one thing, but seeing everything she could possibly need organized in a way that made her giddy was something completely different.
Making her way into the walk-in, Amelie pulled some spices down from the rack to look at them more closely. Distracted by the myriad of ingredients, Amelie didn’t notice the other witch’s presence until the door to the pantry slid shut.
“Sorry.” Hestia started in her sing-songy voice. “I think I forgot to get the salt out like you asked.”
Making her way over to where Amelie was standing, Hestia paused behind the blonde witch and peered over her shoulder.
“Would it be here, maybe?”
Amelie gasped as she felt Hestia’s body press up against hers from behind. Feeling her heart start to pound in her chest, Amelie tried to measure her breathing; after all, she didn’t know if Hestia was doing this intentionally or not.
“Do you see it?” Amelie got out through gritted teeth.
“Hmmm.” Hestia hummed in response before snaking her hands around Amelie’s waist. “I don’t… but now that I am thinking about it… I think that I already set it out on the counter earlier.”
Amelie’s breath hitched as the redhead’s lips found their way to the shell of her ear.
“Maybe I just wanted to get you in here for a minute and shoot my shot. Since the world might be ending and all.”
Amelie bit her lip, feeling her legs begin to get a little weak underneath her.
Slowly, Amelie turned in Hestia’s grasp, reveling in the way her hands felt on her waist as she turned.
By the time she fully faced the Illusion Witch, any attempt that she might have made to still her heartbeat had long gone out the window.
Hestia’s eyes were like molten fire, tempting and playful as she let her gaze rake over the blonde’s form. Leaning forward slightly, Hestia’s lips gently brushed Amelie’s as she teased the touch without fully committing, but instead pulling back just a little.
“I…” Amelie stuttered, feeling Hestia’s breath on her lips. “Are you going to kiss me?”
“Do you want me to?” Hestia replied, a smile playing at her lips.
Amelie knew that now was probably not the best time to be fucking around in the pantry, but holy shit was she wet. Since turning around, the only thing that she could think of were those two short nails on the middle and ring finger of Hestia’s hand.
As her resolve began to crack, Hestia leaned in even closer until their noses were touching and her lips were only a breath away.
“I really do,” Amelie murmured as she let her hands settle on the redhead’s hips.
She felt Hestia’s smile before she saw it. “Good girl,” Hestia replied, pressing their lips together.
Amelie let herself fall into Hestia’s touch as she kissed the Illusion Witch, the satin fabric of her dress caressing her skin where it was exposed.
Gently but with purpose, Hestia played with the clasp at the back of Amelie’s dress, nails nipping at her skin as she got it undone.
Then with skilled confidence, Hestia removed her dress without pausing for even a moment in their kiss.
The air of the pantry hit Amelie’s skin, but she was only left to feel overly exposed for a single moment as the next second the fabric underneath her own fingers slipped away to the floor.
Gasping into the kiss, Amelie let her hands wander down from Hestia’s waist to her hips.
She was impossibly soft; her dress hadn’t done the best job at hiding her curves, but feeling them under her own touch was something else entirely.
Hestia pulled them even closer together, pressing their bodies flush. The pressure on Amelie’s hips pulled a whine from her throat as she rubbed her thighs together slightly.
“Getting worked up?” Hestia whispered as she peppered kisses across Amelie’s jaw and onto her neck.
“Yes,” Amelie replied, breathless.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” The question sent an uncontrollable shiver down Amelie’s spine and a pulse through her core.
“Fuck.” Amelie moaned, taking Hestia’s hand and leading it downwards to where she so desperately needed to be touched. “Please, Hestia. Touch me, fuck me.”
“Asking so nicely for what you want.” Hestia cooed, circling her finger close to where Amelie wanted but not quite there. “So good.”
“Please…” Amelie gasped as Hestia’s fingers brushed over her clit and between her lips.
“So wet.” Hestia continued kissing Amelie’s neck as she worked her fingers even lower and lower until they played at her entrance.
Amelie threw her arms up around Hestia’s neck, tilting her hips forward, desperate for it. She bit her lip, breath coming in ragged pants until Hestia finally slipped her fingers inside, pulling a moan from Amelie’s lips.
Grinding the palm of her hand up against Amelie’s clit, Hestia started stroking her from the inside.
“Oh fuck.” Amelie felt her legs start to shake as Hestia fingered her.
It was slow and sensual, and Amelie was torn between riding the redhead’s hand at this delicious pace or begging her to go faster.
However, her train of thought came to a halt as the pantry door opened; too lost in her pleasure to stop, Amelie just glanced over as she came face to face with an entertained-looking Regina.
“Well, well.” Regina smiled, stepping inside and closing the door behind her once again.
Amelie could only gasp as Hestia’s fingers never slowed.
“Perfect timing, Regina.” Hestia cooed, grinding her palm up against Amelie’s clit, pulling a whine from the blonde. “I didn’t want to miss my chance to fuck Amelie just in light of all the chaos happening.”
Amelie turned her head, watching Regina as she made her way further into the pantry. The Divination Witch had a smug grin on her face as she watched Amelie’s expression. When she finally made her way over, she carded her hand through Amelie’s curls, tilting her head back slightly.
“So beautiful,” Regina murmured before turning her head over to Hestia and planting a kiss directly on her lips.
Amelie’s breath stuttered as she watched the pair kiss with practiced ease.
Even though neither of their attention was truly on her, Hestia’s fingers never stopped stroking the inside of her pussy, alternating between soft pulls and circles.
The movement of Hestia’s palm on her clit was delicious but not quite enough, leaving Amelie so close to what she desperately wanted, but not close enough.
With a whine, Amelie shut her eyes, reaching one of her hands over to Regina’s waist and pulling her in closer.
“Do you want me to join in, Amelie?” Regina’s voice was low and sultry as she turned her head away from Hestia and back towards Amelie. Her lips on the cuff of her ear.
“Yes.” Amelie gasped.
“Yes, what baby?” Hestia teased, maintaining her slow pace.
“I…” Amelie gasped, almost losing her balance as Hestia changed her pace, fingering her faster and more aggressively just long enough for Amelie to approach the edge before slowing back down to her original teasing pace.
“Oh, Hestia.” Regina chastised the redhead playfully. “Don’t tease her so much.”
“I don’t know, Reg.” Amelie could hear the smile in the Illusion Witch’s voice as she spoke. “I think she likes it.”
Amelie gasped, grinding her hips forward, desperately seeking friction.
“Please.” Amelie got out between ragged breaths. “Join us, Regina.”
“Oh, good girl.” Hestia cooed before pulling her fingers out and turning Amelie around.
Allowing herself to be manhandled into a new position, Amelie placed her hands on the shelves, letting Hestia pull her hips back, and pushing her feet apart.
Then without any further communication between the other two witches, Hestia slid her fingers back inside and began truly fucking Amelie in earnest. At the same time, Regina positioned herself to Amelie’s side, rubbing circles on her clit.
Amelie’s thighs shook at the pleasure as she did everything in her power to remain on her feet.
“Oh gods…” Amelie mumbled. “It feels… so good… fuck…”
“Yeah, baby?” Hestia’s voice came from behind. “You like it when both our hands are on you?”
“Yes, yes…” Amelie chanted like a prayer as she started rocking back on her heels to meet Hestia’s thrusts. “Fuck me… I need it…”
When Regina’s mouth found its way to Amelie’s back, alternating between kisses and gentle bites, Amelie felt her orgasm beginning to build.
“Are you going to cum for us?” Hestia’s voice was husky and strained as she spoke.
“Yes.” Amelie’s breath hitched as she felt herself tipping over the edge. “I’m coming… oh gods… I’m coming… don’t stop… please…”
Amelie’s thighs shook under the exertion of holding herself up, and she could feel herself dripping down her thighs, but it all felt so amazing that she couldn’t bring herself to care.
“Ah… oh Hestia…” Amelie moaned as she clenched around the Illusion Witch’s fingers.
“Good girl.” Hestia’s hand slowed as Regina rubbed her through the final waves. When she glanced back, she saw Hestia, face flushed as she rubbed at her own clit with her free hand.
Standing and turning around to enjoy the view, Amelie bit her lip and took the wrist of Hestia’s hand that had just been inside her, then without breaking eye contact, she stuck the redhead’s two middle fingers into her mouth and sucked, tasting herself.
Hestia’s breath hitched as she watched, her eyes filled with desire.
“Here, let me help you with that.” Regina hummed, dropping down to her knees in front of Hestia to start licking her. Still watching Amelie suck on her fingers with a hungry look on her face, Hestia moaned, intertwining her fingers with Regina’s hair as the Divination Witch ate her out.
Underneath the pair of them, Amelie could see Regina’s hand disappearing under her skirt, and from the noises she was making, the blond was pretty confident that she knew what was happening under there.
Finally releasing Hestia’s wrist, Amelie bent over behind Regina and attached her mouth to the other witch’s neck as she let herself cup the Divination Witch’s breasts from behind.
Her nipples were hard through the fabric, and as she sucked at Regina’s neck, she rolled the buds between her fingers lightly.
Hestia had started to rock her hips into Regina’s face, and Amelie could feel the dark-haired witch’s hand moving faster underneath her skirt.
She didn’t know what possessed her to take control in that moment, but basking in a post orgasmic haze, Amelie pressed one more soft kiss against Regina’s neck.
“You two made me cum. Now it’s your turn. Show me how good it feels.”
Seizing up under her touch, Regina finished, never pausing in her ministrations on Hestia, the moans of her partner just spurring her on. Then only a few seconds later, Hestia let out an absolutely filthy moan and doubled over slightly, her hand pressed against the back of Regina’s head.
When she finally came down, Hestia slid to her knees and took Regina’s face in her hands, kissing her deeply. Amelie smiled, her hands having moved from Regina’s breasts down to her waist. Then without another second of hesitation, Hestia leaned over Regina’s shoulder and kissed Amelie as well.
As they sat on the floor of the pantry, Amelie considered how much her life had changed in the last two days and, despite everything that was happening, couldn’t find it in herself to regret any of it.