Belladonna/Hazel NSFW

A/N: Warning: Rough sex. Takes place in an AU version of the Night Market

The bell rang over the shop door, a pleasant little jangle coursing through the room to signal the arrival of a customer. Hazel popped up from behind the front counter, her smile bright.  

“Welcome to the Apothecary! How can I…” Her smile soon rolled into trepidation. “Oh. Hi.”

A chilly wind brushed Hazel’s curls aside, sending a shiver down her spine.  The smart click of heels echoed across the pine wood floor, sending her heart beating wildly.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Belladonna tsked at her. The woman walked across the room, her pale skin on display.  She wore a sheer lace dress that shifted with the light, hiding just enough of herself from prying eyes. “Why is that, my little witch?”

“Bella. I mean, Mistress Malady. Bella. I… I’m not avoiding you.” Hazel’s cheeks turned peach as she stumbled over her words.  “I’ve been busy?”

“Oh,” Bella pouted, sauntering towards her. Hazel’s eyes caught on the way her hips swayed. The way the material shifted across her.  “You’ve been busy, have you? How quaint.” Stepping around the counter, she tipped her head to the side, her long crimson hair falling over one shoulder in waves. “I must say, I am a bit disappointed in that response.  I thought I made it clear you were never too busy for me.”

Hazel swallowed thickly. “You did. You very much did but,” she bit her bottom lip. “I’ve been doing everything you’ve asked of me. Eating when I need to.”  The lie cut across the room as Belladonna grabbed her by her hips, lifting her up onto the counter. 

“Have you? You’re looking a little thin. I don’t think you’re eating enough.”

Hazel dipped her head down, her own hair hiding her eyes behind a mass of kinky waves. “I’ve been trying,” she murmured.

“And how about my other rules?” Belladonna asked. “Have you been trying there as well?”  A pale hand began to slide up Hazel thigh, reaching under the layers of her skirts.  Slowly, Hazel parted her legs, allowing the woman access.  Two fingers slipped inside her without warning, making Hazel gasp, her back arching as she reached behind herself to hold onto the edge of the counter. Belladonna purred in satisfaction. “Good girl,” she rumbled. “You’ve kept yourself wet for me.”

“Yes, mistress,” Hazel whimpered.  

“Has anyone else received your pleasure?” She began pumping her fingers in and out, her thumb running across the bundle of nerves.  Hazel was so responsive. Bella found she most enjoyed all the ways she could make the woman moan with even the slightest touch.

“No,” Hazel gasped. “This is for you. Only for you.”

Belladonna stepped forward, her other hand coming up to deftly begin untying the front of Hazel’s tunic.  The shirt was low cut and as the strings came undone, the blouse fell open, revealing two plump breasts. The likes of which heaved with each breath Hazel took.

“You may get yourself out of trouble yet,” Belladonna murmured. Leaning forward, she sucked a pert nipple into her mouth, her tongue flicking across the tight bud. Hazel cried out, bringing her legs up to rest her feet on the counter, giving Belladonna more room.  

Fangs extending, Belladonna sunk them into the soft areola, sucking deeply at the pulse of blood. She pulled off after two pulls, examining her work. The dark skin was engorged and flecked with blood.  The very sight of it was pleasing enough for Bella to add a third finger.

“Please, mistress,” Hazel gasped. “I need more.”

“I’ll tell you what you need,” Bella drawled.  “And right now, you have been naughty. While I am happy you have kept yourself ready for me, you still have not been eating. I can’t abide by that.”

“I’ll eat,” she said. “I swear to you I will. I’ll do anything you want.” Hazel’s entire body was flush, sweat beginning to pool on her brow. Around them, the candles began to flicker, the soft hue of them turning a deep green.

“Anything?” Bella asked.

“Anything.”

Pulling her fingers out, Bella brought them to Hazel’s lips. “Suck.”

Without hesitation, Hazel enclosed her lips around the three digits, moaning wantonly at the musky taste.  Bella took her by the chin, fucking her mouth with her fingers roughly. Spit and drool began dripping from Hazel’s lips, running down her chin.

“So pretty,” Belladonna cooed, eyes burning bright “You take me so very well.”

Hazel opened her eyes, looking up at her through her lashes. Her eyes were black and full of need as she widened her legs further, moving her hips in small circles in hopes of gaining Bella’s attention back to where she truly needed it. 

Belladonna grinned. “Do you need me, little witch? Do you need my fingers back down there? My tongue? Or,” she leaned in close, licking the sweat from her cheeks. “Do you need me to grow a cock for you? Fuck you hard and fast? Would you like it if a woman was able to take you? Make you beg? Make you cum until you don't know your own name.” She pulled her fingers out with a wet pop, grabbing Hazel’s throat instead. “Answer me.”

Hazel gasped loudly, crying out as her body tensed up and shook.  Her eyes rolled back in her head, hips bucking off the counter.  As warmth gushed between her legs, Belladonna grinned at her in satisfaction, only then loosening her grip.

“Good girl. So very good for me. My dear sweet, Hazel.”

Hazel’s skin was flush with orgasm, her cheeks wet with tears.  “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’ll eat. I promise I’ll eat.”

“You will,” Belladonna said. “You’ll do so now, in fact.”

Pulling her hips forward, Belladonna wrapped Hazel’s thighs around herself before tipping her head to the side.  Hazel stared at her for a long moment, her fangs extending downwards as she ran her tongue across the points.  

When she didn’t move forward, Bella blinked at her. “Something you are waiting for, my dear?”

The green flame within the room burned brighter, whispers from the shadowy corners chanting.  The lace of Belladonna’s gown slipped away as shadows began wrapping around her instead.

“I want to bring you pleasure,” Hazel said shyly.  “I’ll still eat but… it’s only fair.”

Something in Bella’s eyes softened as she looked at her beautiful little bog witch. So much power contained inside such soft curves.  “Are you asking for permission?”

“Yes.” She was looking at Bella hopefully.

Leaning forward, Belladonna captured her mouth with her own, tracing her tongue against the seam of her lips before sliding it wetly against her own.  It was all the permission Hazel needed. The shadows came together at Hazel’s command, slipping between Belladonna’s legs to play. She gasped a little, surging forward and taking more of Hazel, bending her back. Meanwhile, the shadows pumped in and out of her, tightening around her clit and vibrating.

When Belladonna pulled back with a hiss, Hazel lunged forward, sinking her fangs into the milky white skin that was exposed to her. The piercings along Belladonna nipples cut in her own chest,  opening back up the wound upon her breast. But Hazel only growled as she jerked Bella forward, taking deep sucking pulls from her and feeling her orgasm begin to swell again.

“That’s it,” Bella gasped, petting the back of Hazel’s hair. She locked her legs as the shadows fucked her, slithering inside of her and reaching every spot of pleasure. Her body burned as Hazel laved at her throat, taking from her in such carnal need. When her own orgasm burst across her, she merely tipped her head back, ripping Hazel’s from her by the roots of her hair. Blood spilled down over her chest, dripping in rivulets down the flat of her belly. Her body shook, convulsing as she pushed Hazel downwards, shoving her face between her legs.

“Take it,” she demanded. “Take all of it.”

Hazel’s tongue came out, licking at the wet lips and sucking on the oversensitive clit.  With her own hand, she reached down, fucking herself harshly on her own fingers, crying out against Bella’s cunt as she came once more.

When Hazel pulled back, her face was wet with Bella’s juices and her body was smeared in blood in several places.  Belladonna was completely put back together again, as if nothing had happened. No blood. Lace dress in place. Hair perfectly coiffed. 

She reached down, running her fingers across the mess of Hazel’s body.  “Go clean yourself up,” she whispered. “And remember to never go without a feeding again. Do you understand?”

Hazel blinked at her, eyes fully black. “Yes, mistress.”

“Good girl,” Bella whispered, leaning down to nip at her lips. “My good, dirty girl.”

She was gone in a flurry of bat wings, leaving Hazel still kneeling on the ground, shaking with aftershocks.