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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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Mating for Life

�By the power vested in me by the state of Louisiana, the parish Calcasieu*, I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Dickson Dodds.� The official in the heavy black robe smiled weakly at the couple in front of him. �Mr. Dodds, you may now kiss your bride.�
Dickson leaned in to peck Natalie�s lips, only to have her turn her head and offer him only her cheek. Her father scowled in the background. The official quivered in fear of the elder Monterichelieu�s obvious displeasure.
Natalie hissed in a barely audible voice at her new husband. �A marriage in name only, Dick. You get the connection to my father, nothing more. Remember that well.�
The happy couple turned to exit from the chambers, their families following suit, the Dodds not daring to grumble against the elder Monterichelieu�s choice for the wedding ceremony. After all, they were bound to be well compensated for the match of their only son to the obviously powerful witch.
The families gathered in the formal dining room at the Manoir de mauvais présage (Manor of ill-omen), which was the familial estate of the Monterichelieu in the new world. Natalie and Dickson had been given the seats of honor at opposite ends of the table. Paper thin crystal champagne flutes were being filled by the servants as the two families chatted, trying to ignore the stony silence of the bride. Nicholas smiled evilly to himself from where he sat to the right of the new bridegroom, his thick fingers caressing the stem of the delicate flute. When all the guests had their champagne, he stood, raising the glass to salute first his sister, then her new husband.
�To a profitable and satisfying union.� He toasted grinning with malice at his sister.
Natalie smiled softly, smug in her own knowledge, a slight dissatisfied smirk then crossed her face as she schooled her features. She saluted her brother, then her husband, and sipped daintily of the all too dry champagne, forcing her face to show no reaction. Both Dickson and Nicholas finished their glasses neatly. As Nicholas made to sit down, a look of horror washed over his features. He shot a glare down table at his sister, sitting demurely with her hands folded in her lap. She smiled and winked at her brother who groaned loudly enough to be reprimanded sharply by his father.
�To a profitable and very satisfying union.� Natalie whispered softly, under her breath, eyes downcast. Halfway through the elaborate meal, Natalie became flushed, her eyes glittering more brightly. She smiled suggestively at her new husband across the table. He shifted uncomfortable, the red flush of his face speaking of more than the champagne. Maurice Monterichelieu smiled, pleased that his plan working out so nicely.
�Perhaps the new couple should be excused?� He coughed slyly from his seat across from Mr. and Mrs. Dick Dodds, who both tittered a bit embarrassed at his allusion.
�Thank you, Daddy.�
Natalie pounced on his offer before anyone could intervene, rising gracefully from her seat to flow past her seated family to claim her husband who more than eagerly sprang to his feet. All eyes on the newly wedded couple, minus Nicholas who struggled mightily to remain in his seat and not follow his sister.
After a seeming eternity, Nicholas excused himself from the table, disappearing into the depths of the house. Taking a long roundabout route to avoid detection, Nicholas finally found himself in the hallway outside of Natalie�s rooms. Just as he raised his hand to knock, Natalie threw the door open, snatched him by his upraised arm, jerking him inside, slamming to the door angrily behind her in obvious pain brother.
Inside, Nicholas doubled over and sank to the floor, hissing venomously as he collapsed. �You bitch.�
Dickson Dodds merely shook his head side to side, prevented from moving by the tightly knotted ropes holding him to the bed, and from speaking by the thick gag which Natalie had shoved in his mouth.
�You�ll not play games with me again, brother dear.� Natalie scoffed, yanking Nicholas to his feet by his arm.
�What do you want, Natalie?� Nicholas begged, his erection swelling even more painfully in the presence of the object of his desire.
�STRIP!� Natalie barked harshly, no softness found anywhere in her voice or demeanor. Nicholas groaned in protest. Natalie shook him hard. �Do it or die.� She threatened. �Just what you had planned for me. Ironic isn�t it?� She chucked out a hard little laugh. �Too bad. I don�t think this is what dear old Dick had planned for his wedding night, now is it?�
Nicholas carefully weighed his options as the aphrodisiac potion coursed through his veins; the potion that should have been in Natalie�s champagne.
�First tell me how you did it.� Nicholas pleaded for his own enlightenment.
�Loads of practice, I�ve been switching my glasses and meals with either yours or Dad�s since I was twelve.� Natalie roared in laughter at the look on her brother�s face. She panted, holding her side. �Priceless. Absolutely fucking priceless.� She calmed her mirth for a few moments, thinking. �Would have been better if I had gotten Dad.� She thought out loud, then erupted into more guffawing. �The Aphrodobligatus is a banned potion, brother dear, when you�re more comfortable, you will tell me where you got it.�
She flicked her wand at her brother, then at her new husband, rendering them both naked. She turned a hard eye down at her brother before tossing him roughly to the bed.
�Take him, Nicholas. I really have no desire to see either of you die.� Actually no desire to see this either. She lamented mentally. Moving to her little settee, she picked up a newspaper and settled in to reading, purposefully not looking at the two naked men on her bed. She sipped at her ice tea, vainly trying to block out the sounds of two males rutting helplessly against each other seeking relief from the poison coursing through their blood.
�Natalie?� Nicholas groaned as he crushed his erection against Dick�s. �Release him?� He couldn�t control his body�s reaction to the aphrodobligatus. Only Dick could release him from its clutches, and vice versa.
Natalie pretended not to hear her brother. You�ll learn a hard lesson tonight Nicholas, a hard lesson indeed.�

Dick silently pleaded with the elder Monterichelieu beseeching him for release with his watery eyes. With great effort, Nicholas tore himself off the bound man to crawl, head hung low, to kneel before Natalie. With his hands clasped behind his back, and his eyes downcast, he begged once more.
�Mistress?� He barely whispered.
�CRACK!� Natalie�s hand left a perfect print on his cheek. Nicholas gulped down hard, swallowing his angry words. Instead, he stared down at his painfully purple erection, its tip leaking profusely. Natalie took a sip of her drink, finished the article she was reading, carefully folded the newspaper again, then stood, now towering over her brother.
�Speak.� She barked.
�Yes Mistress.� He answered perfectly. �Please, would you release Dick so we may relieve ourselves from the effects of the potion.�
�Well, since you asked so nicely �� Natalie crooned as she softly stroked his inflamed cheek. �Crawl to your mate, pet.� She commanded softly. Nicholas obeyed instinctively crawling at her side back to the bed. Natalie flicked her wand, releasing Dick from his ropes. He snatched the gag from his mouth then hurried off the bed to join his partner on his knees on the floor.
�Tonight you will both learn a very valuable lesson.� Natalie spoke so quietly the men had to strain to hear her. �Now relieve yourselves.� She pointed to the bed imperiously. Dick automatically assumed a bottom position on his hands and knees on the firm mattress, his lily-white ass in the air, his equally protuberant penis poking from between his legs. Natalie swallowed the bile rising from her stomach hard as her brother clambered behind him on to the bed. She moved to the nightstand, removed a small vial of her massage oil, and handed it to Nicholas. He had small tears of humiliation forming in the corners of his eyes as he lubed up his penis, then handed the vial back to Natalie. She cracked him hard across the backside, making him jump into Dick�s backside.
�Get to it,� she cried.
Dick gathered a pillow into his arms, and rested his head resignedly onto it, thrusting his ass higher in the air. He howled as Nicholas forcefully violated the rim of his anus and began plunging in and out, hard, trying to reach a rapid completion of the entire farce of a wedding night. Natalie returned to her newspaper, wincing at her brother�s screech of completion.
�This is not working, Nick.� She heard Dick admonish him. She chanced a glance over the newspaper at the two men; Nick still with his tool imbedded to the hilt in Dick�s ass, Dick�s tool being brutally punished in Nick�s oil coated hands.
�I believe had you read the full description of the �Obligatus, you would have noticed the mutual satisfaction clause.� She spoke dryly, not at all amused with her predicament.
�How the fuck are we supposed to do that?� Nick growled.
�Asshole. You take the bottom and I�ll show you.� Dick snapped. He snatched the vial that Natalie careless tossed to him, gently inserting one finger into Nick�s backside. �All boys school and you never learned any of this?� Dick grumbled. He skillfully twisted his finger, pressuring against Nick�s prostate, earning a gasp of pleasure.
�OH!�
Dick began working with two fingers, Nicholas now moaning wantonly under his ministrations. When he added the third and began to stretch, Nicholas was panting heavily, his cock weeping copiously once more. The more slender of the two, Dick began to work his way inside of Nick being certain to stroke across his hidden prostate gland in order to complete the mutual satisfaction clause.
Natalie sat again in her chair studiously focusing on her own still red talons, forcing the sounds of the bed activities from her consciousness. Two mutual shouts of completion jerked her back to reality.
�On your knees.� She barked harshly.
Both men complied instantly, hitting their knees in front of the disdainful woman.
�You will swear fealty and allegiance to me, and only me.� She commanded. Nicholas began to protest. �You will swear or I will let him drain you of all of your magic just like you were going to let him do to me.� She spat out angrily.
�I pledge my heart, my body, and my magic to the service of Natalie Marie Monterichelieu Dodds.� Dick had no trouble at all with submitting to his wife.
�Nicholas, you will swear, or else.� Natalie added. �Do I have to point out the obligatus mating for life properties?�
�Bitch.� He swore, defeated.
�Witch. Now swear to me and only me ��
�I pledge my heart, my body and my magic to the service of Natalie Marie Monterichelieu Dodds.� He took the oath bitterly.
�Good. Now for my first order of business, neither of you may speak to anyone of what just transpired here in these rooms, ever.�

To be continued ��

*Calcasieu: from the atapaka indian word for crying eagle, western part of Louisiana, where Lake Charles is located.
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