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After Party	By : pittwitch Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 19051 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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What�s Good for the Goose, is Good for the Gander

The three men stood around Alexei�s desk. Noah yammered in a most agitated voice.
�He�s schtup�ing my sister!� He nearly hollered at Alexei, who merely sniggered shaking his head in disbelief.
�How long have you known your sister?� He asked in amazement, barely controlling urge to laugh at the outrage man who stood clenching and unclenching his fists. �And when did you start speaking Yiddish?�
Noah scowled darkly, his brows knit together. Nolan stood calmly, his hands in his pockets, watching his brother.
�I�ve known her all my life, you idiot!� He shouted, voice cracking with rage.
�Well, then maybe I should ask you how well you know her.� Alexei rapidly lost patience with Noah�s unnecessary tirade. �If you knew her at all, you would know that NO ONE puts anything to Natalie. If anything, she�s putting it to the poor Potions Master, and putting it to him often, and in most creative ways.�
Noah�s blue eyes darkened to black, in a split second his hand was balled into a fist and flew towards Alexei�s face. Nolan stepped between them with great speed, wrenching his twin�s arm behind his back to stop him, shouting in a most dangerous voice.
�ENOUGH!� Nolan bellowed, disgusted with his brother, shoving him with a little extra force than needed. �She�s a grown woman, Noah, not some young innocent virgin.�
The entire tableau froze as the diminutive dynamo entered her fianc�s classroom. Fury radiated off the small blonde French woman, her eyes snapping, lips pursed into a thin angry line.
�Your seestare weeshes you to join �er for lunch.� She growled at the two men, who stood staring at her dumbstruck.
�Nolan, Noah, my fiancée, Ana DuPont.� Alexei introduced the two men, who bowed, but stayed rooted in their places. Ana drew herself up to her full 5 foot height, pointed to the door, and imperiously commanded, �GO, now! VITE!�
The two men hurried out of the classroom, banished from Ana�s presence like misbehaving servants. She wheeled on Alexei, eyes still snapping in anger.
�Jus� what waz dat about?� She demanded.
�Something that should only be between Natalie and her brothers.� Alexei answered, crossing his arms defensively over his chest, his eyes grown cold and hard. His own anger surfacing at the display of outdate chauvinism from the youngest Monterichelieu.
Ana gazed at him, her lips still pursed suspiciously. Reluctantly, she waved her wand at his classroom door to close it and ward it strongly, throwing up a silencing spell for good measure. Alexei gulped, unsure of her intentions. His eyes remained riveted on hers. She snaked her hand under the pale blue gray of her Beauxbatons� teaching robes and produced her riding crop. Alexei�s eyes lit up in delightful anticipation.
�Strip.� The tiny terror ordered him. Chewing his lip to squelch his smile, Alexei answered meekly, �Yes, mistress.� He hastily stripped off his tunic and slacks, ditching his shoes and socks with out ado.
�Mistress?� He asked tentatively.
�Oui?� Ana leered at his pale skin appreciatively.
�You were in my lap at breakfast were you not?� He asked almost shyly, afraid of her answer.
�Az eeff I would allow any one else?� She snarled, tracing the back of his leg with the leather bat of the crop.
�Thank you, mistress.� Alexei sighed in relief.
�Turn an� pree-zent yourself to me.� She commanded. He turned slowly, his wide erection thrust proudly out in front of him, the fluted head poking from its protective foreskin, dripping with pre-cum.

�Dee lee shis.�
She crooned, wiping away the few pearly drops with the end of the crop. Raising it to her lips, she licked away his seed, eyes locked on his, tiny tongue caressing the leather as Alexei so painfully wished she would caress him once again. He choked on his groan, not wanting to give his mistress a reason to deny him any of her obviously planned pleasures for the day.
Ana smiled, rubbing the now damp leather of the bat under his balls with one hand, using the other to divest herself of her teaching robes. Alexei fell to his knees on the floor before her at the sight of the prim and proper Ana stark naked under those robes, except for a beautiful gold waist chain draped across her narrow hips, its red jewels glittering on the tail that hung down her right side, barely brushing the top of her thigh. He screwed his eyes shut in a meager attempt to maintain some control. She sashayed ever closer. Alexei could smell her arousal, and trembled.
�Per-fect posee-shun.� Ana groaned, delighted. �You may plea-shure me.� She instructed the overwhelmed man at her feet.
�Yes mistress.� He complied, willingly, enthusiastically, and with great love.
His rough hands clasped her small hips, as she spread her legs wider to grant him wider access, rubbing his back with her crop, easing down to trace the cleft of his ass, and forcing her fiance to moan in absolute delight, the vibrations from his vocalizations traveling the length of his tongue as he ate his lunch in private.
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A/N: I can leave the rest up to your imaginations, can�t I? Cackles, can't get the image of that crop out of my mind for some reason. I think it will have to have at least one more encore.
Demanding A/N: OK, I've given you lots and lots to read, give me some back. Witchy cranky, needs reassurance. Pretty, pretty please?
Scoreboard:

Natalie 5 Severus 4

Ana 2 Alexei 2

Remus 3 Tonks 3

Minerva 2 Albus 2
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