Warning: More lady sex.

They can keep me out
'Til I tear the walls
'Til I save your heart
And to take your soul
For what has been done
Cannot be undone
In the evil's heart
In the evil's soul

Chapter 3

They laughed, chatted, joked with one another. Slowly closing and opening her eyes for what would have been the third time, Cordelia couldn't help but to test if this was all just a dream. She had never seen this side of her mother before; so carefree and funny it was like speaking to a totally different person. Oh, she'd hoped plenty of times just to catch a glimpse of this well-hidden softness. In fact, when she was just a child she yearned for it and now thirty-two years later watching her mother toss her head back, chuckling at something Marie said Cordelia found herself nearly memorized by the scene.

Lifting a cigarette to parted lips, Fiona extended an index finger to the end, in the next second a flame burst from her fingertip licking upward and lighting the tobacco on contact. Staring from her seat, Cordelia's eyes sparkled with fascination.

"I've always liked watching you do that trick." She blurted before inwardly cursing herself, damning all alcohol for being like truth serum to her.

Fiona took another long pull of the strong liquor, enjoying the burn searing down her throat while she scanned over her daughter's face, body and posture. "I know." She swallowed another mouthful then went onto further explain. "When you were just little girl, you were always asking me to light things on fire."

Cordelia furrowed her eyebrows. "Really? I don't remember."

"Oh yes, if fact, you came to me one evening after school ranting about how some girl named Sarah kept pulling your ponytail and that I needed to 'bern' her." Fiona laughed and Cordelia and Marie joined in soon after.

But then a memory resurfaced of a mean little girl named Sarah who mysteriously disappeared one day twenty-nine years ago caused any and all laughter to cease in the younger blonde's throat. Could her mother really harm a child? She certainly didn't have any qualms about flinging Cordelia against a wall or two when she was a child but could she actually kill one?

"Deila?"

The blonde nearly jolted out of her seat when a hand grasped her arm. "What?"

"I asked if you were alright."

"Yes, I guess I just spaced out for a bit." Cordelia flashed her mother a reassuring smile. Fiona snorted not believing a word of it. Cordelia never really was much of a liar even now when she was pushing into her mid-thirties she had yet to master the art of deception, but what the girl lacked in that department she well than made up for in secret keeping.

Knowing that whatever was bothering her daughter wasn't going to be found out tonight, Fiona sighed downing the last bit of scotch left in the tumbler and stood. Lifting the shimmering black fur from the back of the chair she wrapped it around her shoulders.

"Where are you going?" Marie questioned before Cordelia could even open her mouth.

"My man swung a mighty ax, I got to go reward him." Fiona smirked, grabbing her purse. Cordelia's smile immediately fell. Her mother and the axeman was seeing each other. Her mother must have noticed the suddenly concerned expression because she places a hand on the younger woman's shoulder, waiting for mixed matched eyes to lock onto her own, she smiled giving the area a slight squeeze.

"Don't worry about me, Delia. I can take care of myself."

Strong magic thickened in the air, making Cordelia's eyes nearly roll back in her head. It was like a drug, a special heroin created especially for her. An addicting cocktail that she could secretly take without fear of getting caught or side effects.

Fiona's gaze left her daughter only to land on the voodoo queen. "Take care of her." She gave her a pointed look.

Marie snorted glancing over at Cordelia."Oh, we'll be alright."

Seemingly satisfied with the answer, Fiona was gone in a few clicks of her heels and the slamming of the front door.

They talked about this and that all the while making an enormous dent in Fiona's expensive liquor collection. Marie, as it turned out, was a very interesting person which honestly wasn't all too surprising to Cordelia considering the woman was nearly three-hundred-year-old. The stories she told varied from horrific to humorous in the span of minutes. She retold events in history that Cordelia had only ever read in books all through a first-hand account. She also mentioned the countless ways she's exacted revenge against people both with voodoo and more mundane means including what transpired between Delphine and her.

For her part, Cordelia couldn't very well blame Marie, that woman was a monster. Something someone should only ever hear or see in their nightmares, not in town living in a lavish mansion. Delphine needed to be put down like a rabid dog and Cordelia told Marie so but the voodoo queen's face turned thunderous.

"That's too good for the bitch." She spat thus ending that subject.

They must have chatted for a few more hours after that when Cordelia finally thought about checking the time.

Mix-matched eyes glanced to the wall clock only to snap closed when the room spins on its axis. God how did she get so drunk.

"I th-think it's time I went to bed." She rose lazily onto two unsteady feet, grasping the edge of the table for support.

Noting Cordelia's drunken state the older woman snorted. "Well, that's one thing you didn't get from your momma." She stood as well, walking around the table she hooked an arm through Cordelia's free one.

"Come on, gurl. Let's get you ta bed." Marie leads her from the room, up the long staircase with little to no effort. The blonde is at first amazed by this since the woman had at least a bottle more than she but then reasons that it a three-hundred-year-old person should have a higher tolerance for alcohol.

When they reached the top, Marie scrutinized over the younger woman a moment. "You got it from here?"

"Yeah." Cordelia flashed her a lopsided smile, clutching the railing in a death grip. The older woman nods turning to walk towards her own room.

With one hand sliding lazily across the sheet-rock with each and every uneven step, the blonde shuffled a weaving line to her bedroom. Once in the room she stumbled a bit, the right side of her body colliding painfully with the bedside table, she's falling. A warm solid form pressed into her back followed by two strong arms wrapping around her waist catching her, holding her steady. Hot moisture bathed her earlobe a second later.

"Careful." An energy vibrated pale skin, bringing forth goosebumps and wrenching a shiver from the blonde. Cordelia arches her back moaning like a cat in heat. This energy was similar to her mother's magic but much darker, seductive, it's tendrils seemed to caress every inch of her.

A chuckle echoed. "Now what do we have here, huh?" Steady hands slid from her stomach to sensually move up and down her sides causing another needy moan to slide from moist lips. "You like that feeling, don'tcha?"

"No, now let me go." She inwardly cringed at how weak her voice sounded.

Those wicked hands descend until they're clutching at her hips and in the next moment, Cordelia was spun, back slamming hard against the heavy oak door, knocking the very breath out of already heaving lungs. Marie's body pushes flush against hers, the heat from the voodoo queen is scorching.

Obsidian irises bored into her own seemingly peering into her very soul. "There's no need to lie."

"No, I-" Cordelia began to protest only to be cut off.

"I seen what happened when Fiona got close to you." Marie's lips curled into a wicked smirk. "Eyes rolling back, lips parted, you looked like you was 'bout to cum in your seat."

Cordelia's heart bottoms out in embarrassment and her eyes broke away darting everywhere but the woman in front of her.

"Oh, my cherie." The back of a hand came up to caress her flushed cheek. "Don't be ashamed. It's not your momma you're attracted to." Marie grasped Cordelia's chin, forcing eye contact. "No, it's her power. That tingling electric feel of raw magic radiating offa her that gives you that high. All witches are drawn to it." She ran a thumb back and forth over the younger woman's bottom lip.

"You've noticed it before haven't you." The hand still on Cordelia's hip, loosened its grip, sliding lower until it halted on her upper thigh. "The way it affects those girls even its weakened state." Fingers slip beneath the fabric of her dress, bunching the material upward. "I bet if you slip a hand between their thighs you'll find dem wetter than the ocean."

Marie suddenly cupped her between the legs causing Cordelia to gasp and arch. "You feel it coming from me as well." Merciless fingers began to circle the pulsating clit in quick swirls, the blonde panted head falling back hitting the door behind with a solid thump. The dark unnatural magic seemed to saturate her body bringing every nerve and sense alive while dulling her rational thought. It was simply intoxicating. Pupils blown, chest heaving, Cordelia moans low and needy while cocking her hip in an attempt to receive better friction.

"Yes." She hissed through gritted teeth.

The hand between Cordelia's legs halted.

"Let me show you what that witch hunter and virgin swamp bitch could never."

Marie pulled her forward until they stumbled their way beside the king-sized bed. She grabbed the hem of the expensive dress, yanking it up and over Cordelia's head leaving the blonde clad in only a black lace La Perla matching bra and pantie set. Predatory eyes shamelessly drink in her form.

"All that soft white skin, without a mark on it." The voodoo queen extended both arms forward sliding dark hands over pale skin, enjoying the contrast between the two tones. "It'll be like fucking silk."

Marie reached for Cordelia's shoulders, sliding the straps down. "Undo it." She challenged, breathlessly. "Show Marie what you have to offer."

Helpless to the older woman's thrall, Cordelia pretzelled her arm and unclasped the bra in one quick flick of the wrist.

No sooner are the firm round breasts freed from their confinement, fingers are upon Cordelia's nipples, pinching, slightly twisting until they're as hard as granite making Cordelia groan and push her chest out.

Suddenly they stopped, earning a frustrated groan from Cordelia and a chuckle from Marie.

"Patience, girl."

And much to Cordelia's delight, those hands began to descend once again until they finally come to the hem of drenched panties. In one quick move, the soaked fabric is slid from shapely hips and is puddled around Cordelia's feet. Marie moved to the side and stepped backwards until the backs of her knees were touching the bed. She sat, tugging Cordelia along with her until the blonde is forced to straddle her lap. Just when Cordelia had finally steadied herself Marie's hand is back, caressing, smoothing out silken wet folds coating those sure fingers in slick hot juices. Her body heating with every touch and stroke, Cordelia closed her eyes and begins to let out a sound that echoes her pure wanton lust.

But that groan of sweet pleasure falling from pink lips suddenly morphed into a shriek of surprise when two fingers slammed roughly inside Cordelia's core and began a sift brutal pace. Placing a hand on each shoulder, the blonde got over the shock rather quickly and begins bucking, riding the digits with all her strength.

"That's it." Marie encouraged breathlessly.

Cordelia tossed her head back golden locks cascading down her back as she rises and falls, taking those long digits deeper, harder. Lips wrapped around her nipple, followed by a tongue, sucking, licking sending shock-waves up and down Cordelia's spine.

In the next moment, the mouth left, and before Cordelia can even open her lips to protest she felt herself being flipped onto her back and pressed deep within the mattress by another body all the while with those fingers still working her insides mercilessly. "Oh God!"

Unbeknownst to the two women, however, the bedroom door is opening slightly and a soft.

"Ms. Delia?" is whispered. When the call went unanswered dark eyes dared to peek through the crack only to widen in shock at the erotic scene before them, recognizing both of the women immediately the soulful eyes begin to shimmer with pain, slowly moving back, the figure turns on their heel and runs.

Unaware of the agony just outside the door, Marie clutched a pale thigh encouraging the blonde to wrap a leg around her waist giving the voodoo queen better access. "Yes, yes, yes,"

Towering over Cordelia, the elder witch grinned demonically, fully enjoying the sight of the supreme's daughter withing, moaning, panting beneath her fingertips. Now, she'd seen and heard many things over the years. Killed hundreds all with little to no effort than it takes to fix a cup of coffee. Hell, sometimes she even watched from a distance and just played with her voodoo dolls, taking great delight and power in knowing that the poor soul's life was literally within her hands. She would stick a pin through the fabric, staring in fascination when the wound appeared on its human counterpart but nothing compared to the amount of power she felt at this moment.

Marie leaned forward until plump lips are barely grazing the shell of Cordelia's ear. "I wonder what your momma would say if she saw us like this." She slows just enough to add another finger, stretching adding more friction just where it's needed the most. Cordelia tosses her head back, clawing at Marie's back, leaving angry streaks across ebony skin even with the layer of clothing protecting it.

"You want her to see us, don't you?"

Unable to form words, the blonde moaned. "Yeah, you want her to blast open that door and catch her one and only daughter being thoroughly fucked by the voodoo queen."

Cordelia's shook her head in denial. Marie grinned, triumph flashing across those soulless eyes. "Would she be mad?" She licked the blonde's neck from the crook back to the ear. "Would she unleash all that unholy power on us.

"On me?" Teeth sunk into her earlob.

And completely against her will, Cordelia pictured Fiona blasting through the door, splinters of wood raining down, her mother's amber eyes ablaze with rage, the surge of magic when Marie is sent flying into the nearest wall with a mere flick of her wrist followed by various sharp objects whizzing through the air impaling every each of the woman's body. Blood would flow down the pristine white walls onto the hardwood floor below like a crimson waterfall. She moaned thinking of the beautiful sight and sheer amount of magic it would take to achieve.

The scent of copper, the brutal violence, the overall power, it's all too much for the younger woman's fragile system, inner muscles clench and white starbursts exploded within Cordelia's vision. In the next second, the powerful climax slams into her body sending wave upon wave of pleasure crashing down. Her clit and entire lower half pulsate violently, back bowed she opens her mouth to scream but nothing comes out.

The world went black.

TBC...

AN: I know what you people are thinking Cordelia and Marie? Really drippingwithsin? And my answer is yes. Oh God! yes! Angela Bassett is hot as hell. I mean just go look at those arms. *pants* Also, think Jessica Lange is hot, but nobody wants to pair her with a younger woman always with Myrtle which I really don't have a problem with, in fact, I quite enjoy that pairing actually, same goes for Cordelia and Misty but come on people lets think outside the box a bit. By the way, Cordelia's not attracted to her mother, just the power she holds. Anywho, name me a pairing and I'll do it. I love a challenge and unusual pairings as long as they're femslash of course.