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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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Lazily, Natalie watched as her “pets” fed each other the remainder of the sticky, sweet fruit. She swallowed a gasp as Lucius’ tongue cleaned Snape’s fingers, very carefully. She completely blocked out the sight of his, no her, bustier for as long as she could.

“Strip!” She barked imperiously, delighting in watching the two jump at her interruption, then strip speedily. Snape finished first, after all, he was only wearing shoes after all.

“Number 2, eat number 1.” She smiled evilly at the looks that flickered across both faces in the brief instant before Lucius complied, inhaling Snape’s erection, allowing it to slide unencumbered down his throat. Natalie cocked her head to one side for a better view. Her fingers roamed down across her stomach to nestle happily in the barely there thatch of well trimmed hairs.

Natalie slipped from the bed to retrieve the now forgotten bustier. She watched, fascinated as Snape’s hands clenched into fists and Malfoy dedicated his entire being to eating his friend. A small gush of fluid coated her thighs, and she slipped 2 silver ribbons from the eyelets of the bustier. Twining the silk around her fingers she returned to her position on the bed. Neither man seemed to even be aware of her.

“Stop.” She demanded. Lucius stopped his motions, but did not release Snape’s cock as he had not been told to do so.

“Crawl to me, both of you.” Lucius looked up at Snape, begging for an answer with his eyes. Snape grabbed his shoulders and shoved him backwards on to the bed, making sure to keep his cock buried deep inside the haughty wizard’s mouth. Snape crawled towards his mistress while Lucius was left to scoot along on his back. Natalie laughed, suddenly realizing why they approached her so oddly.

“Release him, number 2.” Lucius gratefully dropped his head back on to the bed, Snape’s long, wide shaft dripping saliva back on to Malfoy’s chest. Lucius rolled over under the other wizard and began to crawl on his belly towards his mistress, nearly groaning as the friction from the bedclothes drew more blood into his own erection. Snape fought valiantly not to react as his own stiffened member bounced against Lucius’ bare back.

Smiling, Natalie continued.

“On your knees, side by side.”

Both men obeyed instantly, proud penises protruding perpendicular to their pelvises.

“Hands behind your back!”

Natalie went to work on Malfoy first, wrapping the ribbon around his rock hard shaft, increasing the pressure ever so slightly with each pass. When she was finished, his base was encased in silver silk, and the head began to turn purple. Snape could barely wait his turn. Before she continued, Natalie grasped Malfoy’s balls firmly, her thumb pressing on his perineum, and she then licked his entire length, much like a child with a lolly. His hands fisted tightly, his well-manicured nails digging into the skin of his palms. She pecked the purpled tip, then turned her attentions to her number one, and treated him exactly the same way. When she finished, she sat back on her haunches to admire her handiwork, and smiled.

“Stay.”

She slipped off the bed once more, returning to her treasure trove. She shimmied back onto the bed in front of the men, holding a vial of something very clear. Snape’s eyes widened, wondering if she was holding Veritaserum. ‘No Natalie!’ He thought vehemently. Uncorking the vial, Natalie poured some of the liquid onto her fingers, her gaze travelling between Snape and Malfoy as if she were trying to make up her mind. She settled on Malfoy, looking deep into those grey eyes before she spoke again.

“Number 2, turn around.” He did, instantly.

“On your hands and knees.” Natalie continued to coat her fingers with the glistening liquid. She caught Snape’s eye, and winked conspiratorially. Mentally, he heaved the sigh he could not allow himself physically.

“Number 1 ... Behind me.” Natalie barked. “Lay down.” Snape did as he was told. Natalie rose up and settled back down on his lap, crushing his only yet begun to be tortured member.

“Back up, number 2.” Lucius did with his hair swaying over his back. Natalie tipped the vial over the crack of his ass, allowing the cold liquid to drip onto his heated skin. She marvelled at the goose bumps that appeared instantly, and, that the man did not move even on muscle. Shifting forward, Natalie rubbed her wetted core against the swollen head of Snape’s cock beneath her before she began to run her fingers up the crease in Malfoy’s backside.

“Number 2, open yourself for me.” Lucius dropped his face to one side to rest on the bed and used both of his hands to part his white globes for his mistress.

“Good boy.” Natalie purred, patting his bottom with an oil slicked hand.

“Number 1, watch!” Snape instantly sat up to watch the witch at work, the friction of his movement dragging his erection through her lubrication, and sending a jolt through both of them.

Ever so slowly, Natalie worked her slippery fingers around the edge of Malfoy’s anal opening. Gently, she pressed against the ring of muscles. Lucius relaxed and opened to her invitation. She set to work stretching him and assuring to brush alluringly against his prostate ever so often. His breathing quickened. Snape’s cock throbbed underneath the witch. She smiled, and ground against him.

When she deemed him ready, Natalie lay back and shimmied off Snape sliding her pussy underneath Lucius face. She stopped when her face was directly under Malfoy’s balls. Snape’s cock was wet with her natural lubrication, and he literally pulsed with desire.

“Take him, number 1.” She ordered, her breath flowing warmly over Lucius’ member.

“Eat me, number 2.” She commanded.

Natalie lay entranced by both Lucius’ ministrations and the wholly erotic sight of balls slapping against balls mere inches from her nose. Snape’s fingers dug into Malfoy’s hips as he plunged and pummelled. She admired the silver ribbon bindings preventing her toys from their ultimate completion. Snape’s silver ribbon darkened from the oils. Natalie reached a finger to trace a delicate red nail around the edge of the ribbon, spell bound.

“Use your fingers, number 2.”

He suckled her swollen clit between his teeth, the squirmed one finger between her lips.

“Hold up number 1.” Snape ceased his thrusting, encased inside Malfoy’s ass. Natalie licked tenderly at the swollen purple head hanging just above her lips. Her hand sought Snape’s swollen sacs, and began to roll them between her fingers. She increased the suction on Malfoy’s bound cock and he shivered uncontrollably, releasing her clit temporarily.

“BEG!” Natalie roared. Immediately, both men began to beg piteously to be released from her bindings. Natalie continued to torment them, enjoying their plight and her complete control.

“Please mistress, please?” Snape moaned as Lucius contracted around him and she tortured his sacs, rubbing them against Malfoy’s.

“Yes, mistress, please release me?” Malfoy continued to beg as he expertly tongued her pussy, which literally dripped onto the bed.

“What will you give me to release you?” She asked, still playing with the now angry red testicles suspended in front of her face.

“Everything, anything.” Malfoy moaned as Snape’s prick jumped inside him, pressing on his prostrate. She cackled and lifted her head to lick at their jewels, squashing them together with her hands. Snape valiantly tried to hold still, but could not maintain his position when Natalie’s still oiled fingers entered him anally and began to stroke him as well. He shuddered and pleaded with every ounce left in his soul.

“I will die for you.”

Shocked, Natalie rolled out from underneath both men, staring at Snape with an odd look in her eyes, nearly bordering absolute fury. Snape was panting heavily, eyes lidded nearly shut.

“Lay down on your backs.” She found her voice again. She retrieved a very small scalpel like instrument from the drawer. Still staring stunned at Snape, Natalie sliced the ribbon, releasing him. His orgasm rattled up from his toes, and he shot a golden stream high into the air. As the warm thick liquid cascaded down onto Malfoy’s stomach, he groaned out loud. “Mistress, have mercy please?” Deftly, she freed him as well, watching in utter amazement as he orgasmed instantly in exactly the same manner as Snape.

Natalie flopped down on her back between the two muttering under her breath. “Men.” She harrumphed.

The two men struggled to their elbows to stare admiringly down at their witch, smiling. When Natalie rolled on to her stomach, Lucius gasped, astonished at the sight of her marking. She turned and got to her knees, then viciously struck him across the mouth for the sound. Fascinated with the trickle of blood she caused from the split in his lip, almost unconsciously, she leaned in and pulled him down by his hair, drawn inexorably to that red line, licking away the blood. Shuddering in bliss, she closed her eyes, savouring the taste.

“Delicious.”

When she reopened her eyes, they had darkened considerably, nearly rivalling Snape’s in colour. The dominatrix they had met previously took on a whole darker side, much to their delight.

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Severus awoke, relaxed, sated, and calm beyond belief. He rolled over, expecting to find Natalie laying between himself and Lucius, but instead found an empty space. Rolling back over, he eased from the bed, standing and stretching. He quickly spied Natalie, stark naked, laying on the rug in front of the fire, shivering, face down, a strange glow radiating from her back. He closed the distance between them in three long strides, reaching out for her, only to be thrown back by an invisible force. He then noticed the writhing serpent of her mark. He had never seen it move before now, and it was becoming darker, no longer the silver white of a scar.

Alarmed, he backed up to the edge of the bed, hissing. “Lucius!”

Malfoy only rolled over, drawing a deep breath in his slumber.

“MALFOY! Wake up! Help!” He was now shouting as the glow around Natalie started to spread outward. Turning, he grabbed hold of Malfoy’s leg, shaking him violently. The blonde jumped up.

“What the hell?” He snarled.

“Natalie’s in trouble.” Snape snarled back, whirling around, only to stop short. Kneeling on the carpet next to Natalie’s prone form was Nolan. At least Snape thought it was Nolan, it could just as easily been Noah. He reached out and began to stroke her hair before calmly addressing the two naked men.

“Just what the hell went on here?” He asked.

“Ahhh ...” Snape stuttered. Nolan ignored him, beginning to plead with his sister.

“C’mon Natalie, fight it. Don’t let it take over. C’mon sis, you promised you would protect me. Don’t leave me here all alone.”

He picked up her head to lay her cheek on his lap, stroking her hair, whispering constantly, begging her to fight. But, ‘fight what?’ thought Snape, alarmed at the magic shimmering around her semi-prone form. Her hands clasped into fists as she drew in on herself, and rolled to her knees, face down on the floor, arms thrown out in front of her.

“Natalie, you can do this. You’re the strongest of us all. You can win. Don’t give in to it. I know it’s hard. I know it would be easy, but, don’t you dare leave me alone. You promised, Natalie Marie, you promised we would stand together.” Nolan lay on the floor next to her to whisper right into her ear.

Slowly, her fingers unclenched. Her breathing became more even. The opalescent green/black serpent writhing painfully on her back stilled its movements. Nolan began rubbing her shoulder.

“That’s it, Natalie. Fight big sister, fight. Come back to me. Come back.” He glanced up at where the two stark naked wizards stood, staring dumbstruck at the two on the floor.

“Help me out here.” He begged, fear and desperation etching his voice.

Snape hurried to her opposite side, and began his litany.

“You are the most remarkable woman I have ever known. You are the strongest, most powerful woman I have met. Fight this battle, Natalie. Fight hard. You will win.” He reached his hand to her other shoulder, massaging small circles.

Lucius knelt in front of her.

“Natalie, I’ve not known you long, but you are an amazing witch. Fight it, battle it, wage war against it and win. I know you can do this, woman. Fight!”

“Natalie!” Nolan barked. “You are stronger than all of us, together. You can fight this. You stood for everything Dad handed out. You were the only one who didn’t need to be held up or held still. You taught me how to fight it. Come on girl, don’t give in! I know it feels good. I know it would be so easy to just quit struggling. You promised me!” Nolan was shouting by the end.

The crackling of magic surrounded all four of them, seeming to radiate from the woman now on her knees. The greenish-black colour of the serpent began to fade into dark grey.

“You’re winning, Natalie. Keep it up. I know it’s hard, but you’re winning, sis. Fight the good fight.” Nolan continued to encourage her.

Snape and Lucius shared an astonished look as they continued to support her as well.

The colour faded more, turning to pale grey, not the white of the remainder of her mark, but not the harsh black it had been either. With one long shudder that seemed to run from her head all the way to her toes, her whole body relaxed. She drooped against Nolan, her cheek to his. They stayed that way for just a few moments. Nolan regulated his own breathing, then pulled away to look at the confused wizards staring at him and his sister.

“Good grief, gentlemen, boxers or briefs, please?” He grimaced slightly, his words startling both Lucius and Snape out of their inaction and into their boxers. Snape also grabbed a blanket from the bed, draping it over Natalie, still laying on the floor, not moving. Nolan struggled to pick her up and carry her to the bed. She groaned, head lolling against his chest.

“Nolan?” She asked, barely audible.

“Right here.” He answered as he settled her on the mattress.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered hoarsely.

“Don’t be.” He smiled at her, stripping down to his own briefs. “Skin to skin contact gentlemen, please?”

He only half asked the two wizards still trying to puzzle out the strange events. Nolan slipped into the bed, pulling his sister into his lap. Lucius took her right, Snape took her left, and they both slithered under the blankets to hold her as well.

“Thank you.” Nolan whispered, resting his chin on Natalie’s head.

“You’re welcome.” Both wizards answered. “But, why?” Snape asked, curiosity and confusion overwhelming him.

“We need to replenish her core. If it were just me, she would drain me completely.”

Neither Snape nor Lucius dared to look at either Nolan or each other, merely held the woman closer, three sets of arms entwining her into a protective, restorative cocoon. All four fell into a sound sleep.

(((((())))))

“Natalie, you’re going to have to make a decision, soon.” Nolan whispered to her, not wanting to wake the other two.

“I have.”

Natalie answered him. The two sat for quite a long while. Nolan watched transfixed as his older sister balanced a lethal blade on its tip, on her wrist. Suddenly, a sense of understanding washed over him. He snatched the blade away, nicking her skin, drawing a gleaming droplet of blood.

“NOT THAT!”

He bellowed. Natalie cuffed him upside his head, and not gently either.

“NO, you idiot.” She growled, disgusted with his inference.

“I’ll marry Daddy’s little bug-eyed toad spawn leech.” She hissed.

“Natalie?!?” Nolan was obviously surprised at her decision.

“A civil ceremony only. Then I will go back to Caledonia.” The woman didn’t even look up, merely watched as the droplet of blood on her wrist grew larger.

“Natalie ... Dad isn’t going to like that.” Nolan added, obviously worried.

“He can’t stop me. And, I’ll be holding up my end of the bargain.”

“You know he wants a handfasting.” Nolan watched her, his eyes wide.

“Spit in one hand and want with the other.” Natalie added harshly. “I will not ever agree to a handfasting; not in this lifetime ... not in the next ten lifetimes.”

Unbeknownst to the two Monterichelieu siblings, two wizards lay perfectly still, eying each other across the bed each with only one eye on the other, listening, or trying to listen. Snape and Malfoy were have trouble following the conversation as the two were arguing in Bulgarian again. Snape’s keen ears picked up on the word for handfasting. He quirked an eyebrow at Malfoy, who blinked in understanding also. What neither wizard understood was the anger in Natalie’s voice. Nolan lapsed into English out of fear; Natalie followed, not caring now if the other two could hear or understand.

“Dad will kill you.” Nolan stated calmly, as if merely stating the sky is blue.

“He’ll have to catch me first.” Natalie snorted derisively. “I’ll be safe at Caledonia. He can’t breach the wards there.”

“Yeah ... by the way, he was royally pissed about that. How did you manage to ward the whole island?”

“I didn’t.” Natalie laughed. “Grand-mere’s coven did.”

“Brilliant!” Nolan answered breathily.

“They were more than willing to prevent Daddy dearest from ever setting foot on the island again.”

“No shit.” Nolan nodded in agreement. “But did you have to ward all of the Monterichelieu men out?”

“I didn’t!” Natalie punched him playfully in the arm. “You can get through.”

“How?” Nolan asked, rubbing his arm.

“You know how.” She answered him mysteriously.

Nolan leaned back in his chair, thinking. Suddenly, the light bulb lit up over his head.

“I get it now.”

“Duh.” Natalie punched him again. “Men ... I really wish you’d learn to think with your brains and not your ...” Natalie didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence as Malfoy sneezed, giving away that he was awake.

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Duh duh duh ... wonder what’s next?
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