A Magic Beyond All We Do Here | By : NormanCharles Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 4225 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter Twelve
Proposals
Mundanes and Muggles and what constitutes magic
Sinestra and OMC
Jack’s homecoming was a glorious
event, everyone was there, Agent Hayden was the hero of the hour as he
explained how the thugs who had invaded the Norwood house had used the same
knockout drug on him that they had intended to use on Charles and how that it
was the drug that had made Jack blackout and wander aimlessly for days before
Hayden could track him down. The Horowitz brothers were there as were the
Fowlers the Simpsons and of course Sidra and Charles. When Jack opened up the
bakery box containing the four-layer dark chocolate cake with raspberry filling
and frosting you could have knocked Sally over with a feather.
“Who are you, and what have you
done with my husband?”
“Honey, when I had lost my world,
and I thought I had lost you and the kids this flavor was the first
thing I tasted that brought me back to my senses,” he grabbed her hand and
kissed it, “I don’t care if I have to run a marathon to burn this off, but
every year from now on, on this day I will celebrate my re-birth with a sinful
amount of chocolate!” He added in a small, hopeful voice, “Join me?”
She grabbed a plate from the
table and said, “Shut up and cut the cake, Dear!”
As the party wound down and
Hayden and the Norwoods were walking home the agent said, “This is a good day,
we don’t get many happy endings in my business.”
“Why not do something else?”
Sidra asked.
“Because someone has to do it,
and like it or not, I can.”
She leaned over and kissed him on
the cheek and said, “thank you.”
“Anytime,” he said; then
disapparated.
They returned home and Amber
headed off for the bath as Charles and Sidra sat in the family room noodling on
the piano and Lautar. Amber came down the stairs with her hair in a towel.
“Comb my hair, please?” she
wheedled handing the wide-toothed comb to her father.
“Sure thing Sweetie.”
Sidra played Borodin’s Prince
Igor which Charles remembered from the musical ‘Kismet’ as the melody of Stranger
in Paradise.
“Poppet, do you want to take over
here?”
Amber slid onto the bench and
played the accompaniment to the tune flawlessly, Sidra stood and lifted her
violin from the case and played the melody. Charles moved his stool behind his
daughter to keep stroking her hair. The haunting, moving melody had the three
of them completely enraptured, Charles felt the music flow through him as he
combed out his little angel’s hair so that when the last notes faded away it
was dry and full and positively glowing.
Amber reached up and felt her
hair, it felt longer and thicker and softer than ever before.
“Goddess Charles, with your
talent and the right music you could be obscenely popular as a magical
hairdresser.”
“How about a read?” Charles
asked.
“How about a Wrede?” answered
Amber.
“Should I ask what exactly is a
ree-dee?” inquired Sidra.
“Fantasy author, good one, fun to
read.” He answered, “I think tonight its Calling on Dragons. Join us?”
The three of them sat up in
Amber’s bed, she under the covers and the two adults on top reading the
fantasy, sharing the parts with Amber being the Princess, of course, and
Charles and Sidra taking turns on the other parts.
“You have a nice accent,” the
child said to Sidra.
“So do you.” The woman retorted.
“I don’t have an accent.” Amber
insisted.
“If you come home to Scotland with me then you’ll be the one with the cute accent.”
“Are there really dragons?”
“Oh yes,” Sidra answered,
“Cornish short-snouts, Welsh Greens, but most of the really interesting dragons
are in Eastern Europe and China, of course.”
“And do they talk?”
“None that I’ve seen;” she
answered “they’re mostly like great big crocodiles with wings, and about as
friendly.”
Amber was getting sleepy as she
settled deeper into the comforter.
Charles hummed then sang softly:
Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, li
Toora, loora, loora
Hush, now, don't you cry
Ah,
Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, li
Toora, loora, loora
It's an Irish lullaby
“G’nite daddy, g’nite Sid. Love
you.”
Both grownups leaned down and
kissed her forehead then quietly left the room.
Sidra Sinestra was rocked by the
effect this tender scene was having on her – she had never, ever felt
the depth of feeling she was feeling right now for this abbreviated family
before her. She thought about the closeness, the intimacy – that was the word,
it wasn’t about physical intimacy; it was about being truly part of someone
else and accepting that they are part of you too. Then she thought about what
her sister had said in their last conversation and it all crystallized. She
knew what she had to do, and now!
As soon as the door was closed
Sidra grabbed two fistfuls of his shirt front and gently pushed Charles against
the opposite wall in the hallway. She then proceeded to kiss him with the
urgency of a drowning woman trying to find air to breathe.
“Charles Norwood, I don’t want to
think about a future without you and that angel in it. Will you marry me?”
“Yes?”
“What does that mean, ‘yes?’ like
it’s a question?”
“I mean, isn’t it supposed to be
my job to propose?”
She got down on one knee; then
snapped her fingers summoning a small velvet box from somewhere.
“Please do me the honor of being
my husband and allow me to adopt Amber as my daughter as well.”
She opened the box to reveal a
variation of a Claddagh ring. Two individual rings, precisely joined as one,
the white gold inner ring framed beautifully by the gold outer ring.
“Do I get to keep my ‘maiden’
name?” he joked.
“If you like,” she smiled in
return “I’m not much on that particular tradition.” Then she turned very
serious, “Charles Darling, if you accept you must be aware of something
extremely important.”
“And that is?” he asked.
“You’ll be marrying an affixed
twin, which means you will actually be marrying both of us.”
“Uh,” he was taken slightly
aback, “is polygamy legal in the wizarding world?”
“Legal yes,” she said “just not
often done.”
“Shouldn’t we be asking Selene
for her approval?”
“Actually, it was Selene’s
idea.” She smirked, “she said, ‘if you let this one get away I’ll track him
down!’ or something like that.”
“What I said was,” said her
sister, strolling up from the other end of the hallway, “if you let this one
get away I’ll track him to the ends of the Earth and marry him myself!”
“When did you get here?”
“Just now, I could tell that you
had decided to ask him so I thought I’d throw in my tuppance worth.”
“Here,” she added as she handed
Sidra the inhibiting potion bottle, “I don’t think either of us will be needing
this anymore.”
“It’s still full,” Sidra smirked.
“Yes, well,” Selene said somewhat
sheepishly.
“Charles Norwood, please meet
Selene Sinestra; your other fiancé if you’ll accept our proposal.”
“Very pleased to meet you Miss
Sinestra,” he said and extended his hand.
She took his hand and drew him
into a deep, soulful kiss that made both of them a little weak in the knees.
Meanwhile Sidra hugged him from behind making a ‘Charles sandwich.’ He felt
the melody rising and heard the words in his head:
I've got to get ready just a few minutes more
Gonna get that old feeling when you walk through that door
'Cause tonight is the night for I’m feeling all right
We'll be making love the whole night through
So I'm saving all my love for you
Yes I'm saving all my love
Yes I'm saving all my love for you
He then wrapped Selene in a warm
embrace as he deepened the kiss and enfolded both Sinestras in the music.
Their desire increased by an order of magnitude.
When they finally broke the kiss
Selene said “If that was just a kiss then I’m not going to survive the night.”
“Maybe,” said Sidra, “but what a
way to go!”
When they got into the master
bedroom Selene set a few spells around the room. She explained the
imperturbable spell as she cast it. Sound could get in just in case Amber
needed anything during the night, but no sound could get out. Selene had
removed her jacket and stood in her white blouse and grey skirt and silk hose,
Sidra was dressed similarly. They had both let their waist long black hair
down and looked like gorgeous book-ends as they stood back to back facing
Charles. They were the most similar twins Charles had ever seen.
“Do you ever switch places?” he
asked, as one eyebrow rose suspiciously.
“Fairly often dear,” Selene
answered, “but never with you, well, not yet anyway.”
Charles felt like a kid on
Christmas morning, not knowing which present to unwrap first, and he said so.
“Darling, I’ve had the lion’s
share for weeks now, why don’t you start with Selene tonight?”
That’s when the epiphany
happened. He had begun to worry that the sisters would be jealous of each
other, but since what was happening to one twin was necessarily happening to
both one would never get anything the other didn’t have. And because he loved
Sidra so much he also loved Selene; he couldn’t not love them both!
He enfolded Selene kissing her
again; as he broke the kiss he turned her around hugging her from behind. His
desire was obvious against her derriere. From this position he could knead her
breasts through her blouse and sheer lace bra. He unbuttoned her blouse from
top to bottom as he softly sang:
You must remember this
A kiss is just a kiss;
a sigh is just a sigh.
The fundamental things apply
as time goes by.
She groaned and leaned her head
back onto his shoulder as he cupped her lace covered breasts.
And when two lovers woo
they still say, "I love you."
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
as time goes by.
He unbuttoned the side button on
her skirt and tugged the zipper down then stepped back just far enough to allow
gravity to take the skirt down. He ran his hands down her flat belly over her
garter belt and onto her pubic mound where he encountered her thatch of pubic
hair.
“No knickers?” he whispered into
her ear.
“She said they would just be in
the way.” She answered.
“Great minds think alike.” He
mused.
She could feel his erection
through his trousers so she reached behind her and deftly undid the button and
lowered the zipper. A slight tug and his trousers joined her skirt on the
floor. Now she could feel the skin of his erection pressed between her cheeks
and she pushed back yearning for still more intimate contact.
He turned her around again so
that he could slide her blouse off her shoulders and undo the hook of her bra
which he pulled forward and up off her arms. While he was doing this she
unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt then tugged it over his head. The
bare hug felt delicious
He walked her back to the bed and
sat her down on the edge then had her lay down as he pushed her knees apart
giving him full access to her wet sex. As he kneeled down he placed her thighs
on his shoulders and moved forward to dip his tongue into her wet folds.
“Sweet Circe; give me strength!”
she howled as he probed the upper part of her opening feeling out her engorged
clit with his talented tongue.
“Don’t hold back baby,” Charles
cooed, “tell us how you really feel.”
He then dove in again; and again,
and again. Her keening wail was joined by another as Sidra on the other side
of the bed was climaxing as well.
Selene grabbed two handfuls of
his hair and raised his head as she raised hers looking like a crazy woman.
“Let me guess,” he smirked, “you
want a cock inside you like, right now?”
She grunted and nodded her head
and he stood up and placed the head of his erection at her well lubricated
opening. She bent both knees bringing her heels to the small of his back
obliging him forward, forcing him to slide all the way inside her. She let out
the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Both she and Sidra groaned as
he started his eight thrusts to the measure. It wasn’t long before both
sisters were panting in unison as he slid in and out for more measures than he
could count, even if he had been capable of coherent thoughts at the time. The
music had taken him as well and all he knew was that he wasn’t worthy of the
incredible gift that these sisters had seen fit to give him, but by all the
gods that ever were he was going to try to be.
The Sinestras were getting very
close, the choruses of “ah, aH, Ah, AH, AH!” told him when they were almost
there. He thought of the line “come to me my angel” from the Phantom of the
Opera and changed it slightly to “Come for me my angels.” As he envisioned
this he let the magic enfold them again and they shrieked their completion.
He kept the rhythm going but
gently in and out, in and out. Selene whimpered as he withdrew. He swung her
legs onto the bed and joined her there kissing her and nuzzling her neck as he
whispered “I love you, I want you, and I need you - both of you.”
Her eyes snapped open and she sat
up quickly. She then rolled him onto his back and grabbed his still erect
member and said in her best flower girl voice “you wouldn’t tayke advantage on
a poor girl just to break ‘er art would yer?”
“By Jove, I think she’s got it!”
he smiled back.
Still holding his erection Selene
got up on her knees and straddled his waist then lowered her wet quim onto his
flesh pole and let out a deep breath as she did. Sidra, having removed her
blouse and skirt, straddled his shoulders giving his gifted tongue full access
to her wet center. While he licked and probed Sidra, Selene was bouncing up
and down on his cock as though riding a horse. When she found her rhythm he
recalled the Eagles lyric
O-o-o-oh sweet darlin' you get the best of my
love
You get the best of my love
O-o-o-oh sweet darlin' you get the best of my love
You get the best of my love
He felt the melody; enfolding his
fiancés into the magic with him, reached up to caress Sidra’s delicious breasts
through soft lace while tonguing her cleft and fucking her sister senseless.
It didn’t take long before they all came together, their orgasms feeding on and
enhancing each other’s until they were all crying in carnal joy.
They collapsed; a pile of
intertwined limbs on the bed, Sidra’s head hanging off one side of the mattress
and Selene’s the other.
Sidra found her voice first and
said breathlessly, “I’ll take that as a yes, then.”
)O(
Author’s note: That’s a wrap, for
now. “A Magic Beyond” was my first fanfic, ever. I followed the advice of
some very talented writers who happen to be close friends who told me “You’ve
got a nice turn of phrase, you should write.”
They also told me to “write what
you know.”
I lived in Turkey, fell in love, lost her.
I built a guitar laute from a
kit.
Now when I say kit, I normally
think of pre-cut, form fitted pieces that only need a little glue and a few “c”
clamps.
Nope.
They sent me lumber and a
pattern.
Think about a dress pattern with
hundreds of components that you have to cut with a band saw.
The lutar looks a little rough,
but the good news is that it actually has a nice, mellow sound.
It would be loutish of me to
ignore my most faithful fan and reviewer, LadyDeathFaerie.
May the Goddess keep you forever
in the fullness of her ample bosom.
In an alternate reality we grow
old together and after our time on Earth is done we traipse barefoot through
the Elysian Fields, drink milk and honey and make mad, passionate love until
eternity ends.
And yes, you enjoy every moment
of it.
Love,
Norman
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