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The Red-headed Queens	By : peaseblossom_dryad Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 3770 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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From the moment of the Lord Seymour’s late-night intrusion Elizabeth’s attitude changed. She was no longer wallowing in the incomprehensible grief, finding herself alone in the world and yet she was still shaken by the realization that she was impure. The consequences of her adopted father’s actions were immense. IF Elizabeth ever found power on the throne, she would be unable to retain it because her virginity would be a farce. No husband would marry her now and she could not have power without a man. But what was she saying, her little brother was king now, although he was a sickly child, it was impossible to think that the power should ever reach her. She was in effect, a princess without a throne.

Her thoughts were startled by a polite knock on her door, her heart sped up, hoping and dreading the visitor. But she was surprised. It was simply one of Catherine’s ladies, she’d arrived with a parcel wrapped in twine. The box was long and rectangular. Elizabeth asked if there’d been a card but the lady-in-waiting insisted that it was from an anonymous merchant, a present for the young girl. Elizabeth thanked the maid and turned toward her desk setting the parcel down. She sat down in front of it and wondered if this was the present her late night visitor had alluded to. She unwrapped the twine using the magic in her mind and then lifted off the lid of the box to discover a stick. It looked like a stick that had been pulled out of the garden but more sturdy. For a minute Elizabeth wondered if it was a magician’s wand, like the ones alluded to in fairytales but that was preposterous. Then she remembered the stick that Thomas had used to bind her mouth and body and knew without a doubt the stick’s intended purpose.

She spent the remainder of the day in her room, trying out little commands, using a combination of her mind and the wand to accomplish little tasks. She stirred the tea in her cup, broke the bread at midday, unmade and remade her bed, repaired the small tears in the canopy, and opened and shut the drawers of her dresser. Finally, she heard the dinner bell. But Elizabeth could not possibly face her attacker and teacher… She stayed in her chambers waiting until the sky grew dark and then cowered under her covers.

Again at the stroke of midnight, she heard the whispered words and saw the lock turn. As he approached the bed, he told her that he knew she was awake, it would do no good to hide herself from him and with a flick of his wand, the covers were thrown off. This time Elizabeth was magically bound and gagged immediately. He kneeled over her and brought his lips down toward her face but instead of taking her lips in his, he put his lips to her neck, her creamy pure neck. At first he simply sucked and kissed but then he began to bite. Elizabeth wanted to cry out in pain but could simply open her mouth. After the initial shock, Elizabeth was surprised to feel arousal overriding the pain. She wondered again if she was sick and twisted, she couldn’t possibly be enjoying her rapist’s actions…

Then she felt his hands near her groin, he was tugging on her bright red curls and pinching her clitoris. Then she felt his finger running up and down the opening to her maidenhead. Without warning, he’d pushed his finger in. He curled it up in a “come hither” motion and Elizabeth arched her back, or would have if she’d had the liberty of movement. Then he pushed a second finger her, stretching her walls as far as they could go. When he contracted them again, it was all she could take. She released herself all over his fingers. He grabbed her by the hair and looked her in the eyes and told her what a good girl she’d been. But because he’d been so nice to her, she was going to have to repay him.

First he made her lick his fingers. She had to suck every last bit of herself off of him. She tasted bitter and creamy, not a taste she loved but not the worst either. He released the bind on her body and lay down on her bed. He told her to follow all of his instructions, if she ever wanted to be taught magic, she’d have to obey.

He told her to pull his breeches off. His erect penis sprang up like a yew coming to life. It was swollen almost purple with blood and the tight curls at the base were similar to her own but they were dark like the coarse hair and beard that ringed his face. After she’d removed the inhibiting fabric, he told her to grasp his penis. She was going to learn wand control and the best way to do it was with the real thing. So she nestled one hand at the base, her thumb not quite reaching her fingers and at his behest, ran it all the way to the tip. His lips parted and he moaned and then told her to grip harder and faster. So she ran her palm up and down his large pulsing manhood and without thinking about it, used her thumb to spread the drops of lubricant that fell from the tip.

Then he told her to stop, told her to kneel over top of him. With his thumbs, he pried her maidenhead open and then grasped her body from behind and slammed her down on top of him. Her head fell back and she nearly fainted from the pain. He was impossibly deep inside of her, and was rubbing against her cervix. The pain was unbearable but it would not stop. She went to make her retreat and he let her until the moment that he almost slipped out. Then he commanded that she come down hard again. She hesitated and felt her body disobey her wishes as gravity pulled her down. Again and again the torture endured and his fingernails left angry red tracks down her back. Then he threw himself on top of her, rolling over and crushing her body. She gasped for air as he thrust deeper and deeper inside her young body. Finally, she had no air left, as she saw black, he came.

She awoke moments later and looked around for Lord Seymour. He was sitting at her desk playing with her wand. She put her feet on the ground and stumbled shakily over to where he was. She tried to hide as much of her body as she could from him but she could see the lust in his eyes. Finally she’d made it to a nearby chair and she collapsed into it. The pain between her legs was unimaginable.

Thomas turned to her and spoke saying that for two hours after every session of love-making, he would teach her all he knew about the wizarding world. Today would be an introduction to a world in which she belonged but in which she was an outsider. The first rule was that she would never, ever speak of her knowledge. This secret would go to the grave with her. She should forever remember the example of her mother, Anne Boleyn had be a seductress and the court had discovered it. Elizabeth had only escaped their suspicion because of her father’s protection and her differences from her mother and yet she had the flaming red hair of the devil. Thomas told her that above all, she must be cautious.

He then explained that there were two types of magic, wandless magic-a vast and powerful variety that must not be experimented with, and wand magic-that which he would teach her. Elizabeth grasped that she must not reveal the true bredth of her powers to her teacher for although he would share his knowledge, he was not to be trusted.

Finally, he taught her the history of magic. It had begun in ancient times and for a long while, all members of civilizations’ royal families had had magic. Cleopatra, Hannibal, Aristotle; all were famous magicians whose brilliant minds were complemented by a magical prowess but in the year zero, everything changed. It was called year zero because the power and acceptance of magic had been dwindling until that date. With the birth of Jesus Christ, magic had to become a secret. He was the most powerful human magician known to man and he created a new type of magic-blood magic-magic based upon sacrifice for a worthy cause. It was with his death that the power of this magic was cemented for eternity but it was also with his death that witches and wizards were forced to go underground. They became legends, some stories held truth: the witches that appeared in the Scottish Highlands, and the unearthly talent of the Renaissance artists. Both were the work of magic. But most stories destroyed the positive elements of magic. The Inquisition forced all known witches to the stake and wizards went into hiding. Now there was another turning point in history. With the new Church of Henry VIII, there would be a chance for redemption. But, it was up to Elizabeth to lead the way.

After this outpouring of history, Elizabeth was unsure of what to say but Lord Seymour seemed to have an idea. The glint of lust had returned to his eye as he leered at her wet chemise. He told her that the first spell he would teach her would come to be very useful in their time together. It was a cleaning spell, perfect for removing all traces of their deeds. With a wave of her wand and Tergeo Futuo, all traces were wiped from her gown and the bed. Thomas looked out the window at the rising sun and stood up to leave. Before he did, he looked at Elizabeth, gave her a pinch on the bum and strode out the door.
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