13. Chapter 13
Chapter thirteen
Amelie poured the tea as they all sat at the kitchen table.
Delia and Hestia’s wounds had been healed, and after giving the Illusion Witch a couple of shots and ensuring that Delia wouldn’t pass out due to blood loss again, the healers had given them a clean bill of health and departed with the rest of the council.
Agatha hadn’t been one for many words, sitting and listening to the group’s account of what had happened and scribbling down notes on her pad of paper periodically.
Amelie felt like they were being graded on their actions, but Regina had assured her after everyone had left that, much like her job at the cathedral, the Council’s job was just to record what had come to pass.
Then, sure enough, after hearing the whole story, Agatha packed up her pen and paper, gave her sister a firm pat on the shoulder, and departed via portal. Gone as quickly as she’d appeared.
“Does it bother you that your sister only ever drops in when things have gotten catastrophically bad?” Amelie mused as she sat down, holding her warm teacup in her hands.
Regina shrugged and shook her head. “That’s always how my family has been. The important piece is that she shows up when I need her.”
Amelie pursed her lips and nodded in understanding. “My brother can be like that, stoic and stubborn, but the difference between him and Agatha is that he’s always bitching about something.”
Hestia giggled from the other side of the table, taking a sip of her tea. “The way you talk about him, sometimes I wonder if you even like him at all.”
Amelie was about to respond in Rowen’s defense when Delia scoffed and piped up.
“That’s just how siblings are.” Delia shrugged. “I may not always like my sister, but if someone ever threatened her, I would kill them.”
“You mean that metaphorically, right?” Hestia shifted in her seat, eyes wide.
Delia brought the teacup to her lips, a ghost of a smile playing at the corner of her mouth. “Sure.”
“You can be really scary sometimes, you know that, Del?” Hestia whined, catching Delia off guard with the nickname. For a moment, Delia just sat there, wide-eyed, as though she expected Hestia to take it back, but when she didn’t, the death witch just relaxed back into her chair with a grin.
It had taken much longer than any of them had expected to regale the council with the events of the day, so now it was deep into the hours of the early morning.
The moon shone down over the graveyard, casting shadows as long as the black scorchmarks in the shape of the ritual circle.
Originally, they had discussed restoring the landscape, but the Council ultimately decided it was probably best to let the spell's lingering effects remain especially until Delia could talk to Roz about her abilities.
“I am exhausted.” Hestia huffed, sliding down into her seat.
“I imagine getting mauled by zombies would do that to a person,” Regina replied with a chuckle. “We really should go to bed.”
The group all nodded, but as the silence stretched on, none of them made any moves to get up. The crackle of the fire was the only sound in the kitchen as the group finished their tea, stretching out their excuse to stay seated around the table.
It was only when Regina sighed and stood from her seat that Hestia spoke up.
“I don’t know about the rest of you.” Hestia started, looking a bit sheepish. “But I don’t really feel like being alone right now.”
Amelie’s brows flew up as she realized what the Illusion Witch was suggesting, but Regina just smiled and turned her attention to Delia.
“I know we promised you a date, but would you consider possibly doing things a little out of order?”
Not having realized that Hestia’s suggestion included her, Delia raised her head in surprise, pausing only a moment before nodding.
“Sure.”
Regina smiled and extended a hand to Amelie, helping her out of her seat.
“Excellent. Let’s retire to my room; I think you’ll all find that my bed is large enough to accommodate us all.”
Amelie felt the corner of her lip twitching up in a smile as she remembered what the Divination Witch had said upon her arrival at the cathedral.
I’ve been waiting for you.
“Did you get a large bed on purpose, Regina?” Amelie teased as the rest of the group stood and began following Regina out of the kitchen.
Regina flashed a mischievous smile as she tapped her bottom lip with her pointer finger. “Mmmm, perhaps.”
As Amelie laughed, Hestia hurried up to Regina’s side and looped her arm through the taller witch’s, plopping her head on Regina’s shoulder as they walked. Shortly after, Delia fell into step with Amelie.
“What did you mean by that?” Delia asked as they followed Regina and Hestia down the hallway with the stained-glass windows. The moonlight reflected off the pair’s skin and hair in different, beautiful ways as they moved.
“I think.” Amelie began. “That Regina had a vision, a long time ago, that involved all four of us ending up together.”
Delia’s brows shot up. “What makes you think that?”
Amelie shrugged as she looked down at the shorter witch, slotting their fingers together. “Just a guess.”
Delia smiled and squeezed Amelie’s hand as she shuffled slightly closer, their shoulders brushing as they walked.
When they finally got back to Regina’s quarters, Amelie was struggling to keep her eyes open.
The candlelight and cozy ambiance of the Divination Witch’s room was the final nail in the coffin, and as Amelie kicked off her shoes, stripped down to her underwear, and hit the sheets, she was asleep before she could even get under the covers.
***
Amelie stretched, feeling the satin sheets fall from her skin, and almost immediately there was a pair of hands on her and a set of lips on her neck.
“Mmmm.” Amelie groaned happily as she unquestioningly reached out. Hands meeting a head of wild hair and a muscular, yet defined waist, Amelie recognized Hestia immediately. Moving the redhead’s face over to hers, she claimed the Illusion Witch’s lips in a kiss.
“Good morning, beautiful.” Regina’s voice floated through the air like musical notes in the morning sun.
Taking a deep breath, Amelie released Hestia’s hair as the other witch sat up, making herself at home on the blonde’s lap. Glancing to her side, Amelie raised her brows as she was met with a rather flustered-looking Delia pinned underneath Regina.
“We were up a little early.” Hestia admitted, moving her hips in a circular motion. “Welcoming Delia to the bedroom.”
“Oh, is that so?” Amelie grinned, gripping Hestia’s hips and encouraging the motion. “Well, don’t let me stop you.”
Amelie heard Regina’s tittering laugh as she leaned back down, burying her face in Delia’s neck. “Delia admitted something to us this morning.”
“Something very interesting.” Hestia bit her lip as she continued to move on Amelie’s lap, running her own hands up over her body and cupping her breast. “She told us that she’s always wondered what it would be like to fuck us.”
“That is no…ah…. Not what I said.” Delia protested half-heartedly as Regina sucked her neck.
“Oh?” Amelie bucked her hips up slightly to meet Hestia’s more directly. “What was it that you said then?”
Embarrassed by the sudden attention, Delia turned her head and buried her face to the best of her ability in the pillow.
Her slim body was taut as her chest heaved, nipples hard as they were ignored completely.
Regina traced a single long, black nail down the death witch’s side, causing her to arch her back.
“She told us…” Regina continued. “That she’s always been attracted to us.”
Amelie turned her attention back to Hestia, a smirk playing at her lips. “Well, that’s not the same thing, is it?”
Hestia pouted and adjusted so that she was straddling only one of Amelie’s legs, holding the other one up next to her chest.
“No.” Hestia shrugged, lowering her hips so that their pussies were brushing through their panties. “But it could be.”
Amelie’s breath hitched as Hestia resumed her hip movements, pressing their cores together. She could feel herself getting wet, the electric sensation between her legs already driving her to tilt her head back and open her mouth in a moan.
“Would you like that?” When Amelie turned her attention back to Hestia, the redhead was watching Delia. “Do you want to fuck us?”
Delia gasped as Regina moved from her neck down to her breast, gently cupping it and moving her tongue across the raised bud.
“Ah…” Delia moaned, gripping at the bedsheets. “Yes.”
“I think we all deserve a fun morning.” Regina paused in her teasing of Delia’s nipple to glance over to Hestia. “Don’t you? After everything?”
“I agree.” Hestia grinned, slowing her pace into torturous movements. “How about you, Amelie? Do you want to see how much better it all is with the four of us?”
Amelie could only nod as her hips jerked, desperate for more stimulation.
“Good.” Regina hummed, only pausing a second before making her way down Delia’s body and nipping at her hip bones. Then without any further ado, she dipped her head between the death witch’s legs, licking at her core.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Amelie murmured, reaching over to place a hand on Delia’s face.
When their gazes met, Amelie leaned slightly to the side, connecting their lips as Hestia sped up her motions. Amelie gasped into Delia’s mouth, swallowing the other woman’s moans of pleasure.
She almost whimpered when Hestia pulled back, but when she felt the other witch’s fingers hook her panties, she immediately lifted her hips, allowing the redhead to pull them off.
“I can’t feel you properly through these,” Hestia murmured, sounding husky and a little out of breath as the bed shifted.
The wait was worth it, though, as when Hestia’s weight returned to Amelie’s body, and their pussies touched again, Amelie felt her eyes rolling to the back of her head as Hestia’s wetness slid against hers.
“Oh fuck.” Amelie murmured, gripping Delia’s hair even tighter as they kissed.
Every now and then Hestia’s clit would rub up against hers, sending a lightning shock through her body and pulling an absolutely sinful moan from the redhead’s lips as well.
Moving her own hips in tandem with Hestia’s, she could tell when Delia started getting close, as her kisses transformed into open-mouthed gasps.
“Are you gonna come?” Amelie murmured, gripping Delia’s hair, only receiving a nod in response.
“She’s really good at that, isn’t she?” Amelie teased as Delia grabbed Amelie’s arm, holding on as tight as she could.
“Yes.” Delia whimpered, her head tilting back. “Oh… Regina… I’m close…”
Amelie licked her lips, gasping in pleasure as Hestia’s clit rubbed against hers one more time. “Yes. Delia… come for us…”
“Oh fuck…” Delia swore as her back started arching off the bed.
Amelie started feeling tingly throughout her entire body as Hestia continued to rub them together.
“I’m close too.” Amelie moaned, breath picking up as Hestia’s hips stuttered. She felt the wave of pleasure building until it was right on the cusp; then, when Delia came, Amelie couldn’t hold it back anymore. “Shit.”
Amelie ground her hips forward into Hestia’s as she rode the wave.
“Fuck.” Hestia whimpered. “I can feel you twitching against me…”
“Come with me, baby.” Amelie murmured, turning her attention to the redhead. And that was all it took; Hestia stilled, slowing her thrusts to slow circles. As they rode out their orgasms, Amelie gripped at Hestia’s hips, feeling herself dripping down onto the bed.
Lying there boneless, Amelie smiled happily as she leaned forward, pressed a kiss to the blonde’s lips, and pulled back, dismounting gracefully.
“I think…” Hestia crawled across the mattress to where Regina sat, looking very satisfied with a job well done. “That we have one more person who needs to finish.”
Regina placed a hand to her chest as she gave Hestia a look that said, ‘who, me’ before laughing as Hestia took her wrists, flipping her onto her back.
Amelie grinned and glanced across the mattress at Delia, who met her gaze and nodded.
Then, as Hestia got to work, sliding her fingers inside, Amelie and Delia settled next to Regina and got to work kissing her breast and sucking at her nipples.
Regina let out a desperate moan as Hestia finally started fingering her.
“So wet.” Hestia teased, emphasizing the sound Regina’s pussy made as she thrust inside. “You must really love eating pussy, don’t you, dirty girl?”
Instead of responding coherently, Regina just screwed her eyes shut and moaned, her hands finding their way into Amelie and Delia’s hair.
Amelie could tell that Regina was close already by the way she was writing under their touch, so in an effort to overwhelm her with pleasure, Amelie continued playing with the other woman’s nipple with her fingers as she moved her mouth to Regina’s neck.
As she sucked, Regina’s moans became more desperate and her breath more ragged.
“Oh, you’re just sucking me in. You’re close, aren’t you?” Hestia cooed.
Then with a single sharp inhale, Regina’s entire body tensed up as she fell over the edge. Amelie continued sucking on her neck until she relaxed under their touch, and only then did Amelie pull back slightly, pressing a kiss to the blooming bruise on her girlfriend’s neck.
Feeling the bed shift, Amelie raised her head just in time to watch Hestia crawl on top of Regina and place her fingers in the other witch’s mouth, making her taste herself.
Frankly, it was so hot that if Amelie hadn’t been so completely and utterly exhausted, she would have suggested another round.
Lying there in each other’s presence for a minute, Amelie soaked up the feeling of being completely loved and cared for. However, she could only lie idle for so long before her instincts kicked in. So she sat up, stretched, scratched her head, and turned back to the girlfriend cuddle puddle.
“So,” Amelie announced, a grin spread across her face. “Who wants pancakes?”