Gift for Thilia
Title: Lady Malfoy's Lovers
Author: seraphimerising
Recipient: thilia
Pairing: Astoria Malfoy/Rose Weasley/Lily Luna Potter, Rose Weasley/Lily Luna Potter
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst. Femmeslash. Cousin-cest. Infidelity. Underage (Lily is 15, Rose is 17). Voyeurism.
Word Count: 2700 words
Summary: Though it was Scorpius' birthday party, Lady Astoria Malfoy receives the best gift of all.
Author's Note: Thanks A for your beta services, diolch. thilia -- I hope you enjoy this. Thank you for inadvertently pushing me outside of my comfort zone. I had more fun than anyone should have had with this little piece of fiction.
Lady Malfoy's Lovers
Bored.
No other word could possibly describe the overwhelming feeling within Lady Astoria Malfoy at that moment. She truly hated the events her husband insisted on throwing year after year, all in the name of Malfoy. The only thing was that for the life of her, she couldn't understand why her husband couldn't be honest with himself.
Merlin and her both knew, as well with anyone with two galleons in their head, knew exactly why he threw these balls -he and his lover wanted excuses to be trussed up together in the same room before escaping the party at least twice to fornicate without risking his lover's spouse finding out.
Astoria had never been exactly sure who they thought they were fooling. Then again looking at her husband's lover, as she sipped her champagne from a discrete distance, maybe they were fooling everybody but her. She had no disillusions about her marriage. Like many of their classmates, theirs had been arranged without regard to her husband's status as an equal opportunity shagger and that she liked to dine without twigs and berries in her face.
As a dutiful wife, she had done her duty and fortunately for her she had done so within the first year of their marriage. Once she had given him an heir, he had now kept out of her bedroom suite for over seventeen years. She knew that she was fortunate in that Draco hadn't cared about any of her lovers as long as she was discrete, but sadly she had hit a bit of a dry patch in the past few years -her young lovers insisted on open relationships, which she couldn't give them.
Thinking about that only made her huff as she finished her champagne. A house-elf quickly refilled it for her, allowing her to wallow in her bad mood, a safe distance from her husband his lover's friends and family. Looking over at the motley crew, her eyes landed on long, red hair. The colour of red that she had fantasised about often in her youth. The colour of her first crush's hair; the one person who made her realise she didn't really like boys at all -Ginny Potter.
Astoria let her mind drift to all the school girl fantasies she had held about the youngest Weasley -hours spent wondering just exactly where all those freckles went; the minutes she spent cursing at her herself when she nearly reached out to see just how soft that red hair was, every time she was near it; the moments she spent fantasising what it would feel like to have her Quidditch-roughened hands on her body - the contrast of rough and smooth drawing sounds out of her that no lover but Ginny could ever do. Just the thought of those fantasies sent a shiver up her spine and caused a tightening in her knickers. Astoria tried to force the edge of her need with a purposeful squeeze as she sipped her champagne but to no avail.
She was about to take a moment to herself and relieve the pressure burning between her legs when the red-head that had sent her careening down a very steep and dangerous slope turned and looked at her. Astoria bit her lip in order not to gasp as the red-head, for all intents and purposes, was Ginny Weasley's doppelganger aside from her eyes. Even at this distance, Astoria could see that they weren't the amber brown that she had loved in her youth but a bright, shining emerald green.
Mesmerised, Astoria just stood there staring at the beautiful young woman in front of her. She watched as Harry Potter approached the young woman; Astoria managed to pull herself together in time for her to softly smile and nod her head when he looked her way.
Years of social training was the only thing holding her together as she turned to get the fresh air she now had to have; having realised that she had been staring at Harry and Ginny Potter's daughter. Their fifteen year old daughter, if she remembered correctly.
Standing in the entry way, away from the people inside the ballroom, distance wasn't enough to still whatever was coursing through her. Astoria took deep breaths to steady herself but each succeeding one did no good, even as she wiped at her forehead.
"Mother?"
The sound of Scorpius' voice made her jump. Spinning around, she breathlessly replied, "Yes?", trying to put herself back together for her son's sake -as it was his seventeenth birthday party.
"Are you okay?" he asked. She could feel his eyes studying her. Draco and her had always put forth such a collective and collected front that her acting like a simpering teenage girl had to be a shock to him. "Father saw you leave abruptly and asked me to check on you."
Of course Draco couldn't leave his lover's side long enough to actually do something remotely like what a husband should do. That anger which she would demonstrate to Draco tomorrow was more than enough to settle her to tell Scorpius, "I am fine darling. Just became a bit overwhelmed by the heat and didn't want to make a scene on your birthday. I am just going to pop up to my rooms and freshen up a bit."
She could tell he wasn't convinced, so she smiled as she patted him on the cheek as she knew he hated and continued, "Please tell your father I'll return in about thirty minutes."
"Yes mother," Scorpius dutifully replied, though his eyes suggested he was not only concerned for her, but intrigued by her uncharacteristic behaviour. In fact, her annoyance at him not turning and doing as he had been told immediately finally banished the discombobulated feeling that Lily Potter had instilled within her.
Astoria glared at her son and took her leave of him as he refused her the courtesy. Quickly, she made her way up the stairs and towards her suite of rooms to freshen up as she had told him she was going to. After she closed the door, she breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
However her peace and quiet was short-lived when a soft tap sounded just by her left ear. Astoria wasn't sure what she was supposed to do -Draco never knocked on her door, Scorpius' knock was more resounding and the house-elves were simply trained not to knock, ever. Standing up, she instinctively smoothed her dress having absolutely no idea what was waiting for her on the other side of the door, or worse -who?
The who part was definitely the more damning of the two, at least to Astoria. She had a house full of people, a husband busy having a 'relationship' with his lover in front of all of the wizarding world that mattered (and paid too little attention to actually notice), a son who should be occupied with the guests saying it was his party, and she hadn't had a lover or for that matter anyone to warm her bed in fourteen months. So, just who stood knocking at her door -well that was trouble with a capital 't'.
Opening her bedroom door, she was greeted by not one, but two girls with Weasley red hair and jewel-toned eyes. One Lily Potter, who had been solely responsible for Astoria's current descent into Hades, and the other, the one with sapphire coloured eyes, tormented her sanity every time she visited, her son's best friend, Rose Weasley.
If she hadn't been screwed before, she was officially screwed now.
Barely holding herself together, Astoria asked, "Yes?"
"Are you okay Lady Malfoy?" Rose asked, her eyes sparkling in a way that did Astoria no service. She had known the girl long enough to know that mischievousness was the girl's middle name and not Nymphadora, as it actually was. The girl smiled as she continued, "Scorpius asked me to check you were okay."
"I'm fine Rose," Astoria responded sharply. She most definitely did not need two beautiful red heads standing at her door during her drought. "Now if you two would report back to Scorpius that I will be back down in just a few moments, I would appreciate it."
However, when she went to shut the door a single hand stopped her and before she knew it both young girls had slipped into her room. She couldn't move fast enough before Lily had stepped into her personal space and purred, "Maybe the two of us can help you. Perhaps to... relax"
Astoria couldn't help it. She couldn't, in fact, say anything as the young woman boldly reached up and ran her fingers down her cheek as she continued, "I saw I saw the way you looked at me. The way Rose looks at me."
At that pronouncement, Astoria's eyes widened considerably. Her eyes finally able to see more than fields of green, she could now see Rose wrapped around Lily; their different shades of red flowing into a single river of fire as Rose bent her head to lay kisses along Lily's neck. Hearing the little breathless moans that Rose got in return shot through Astoria too.
"Would you like to seduce me Lady Malfoy?" Lily softly teased as her hand went down to Astoria's own. She felt the smaller hand wrap around hers and when it tugged, Astoria's body followed as the young girl continued, "Would you Lady Malfoy? Maybe teach me something Rose hasn't. Or something even Rose hasn't learned?"
Astoria's body now pressed close to a younger one; a beautiful younger one. Her skin even through the robes became electrified; she could feel Lily's own body react to their closeness: the young girl's nipples showed her desire.
Huskily, Astoria whispered, "I doubt that there is anything I could teach you that Rose already hasn't."
Lily didn't have a chance to answer, nor did Astoria have a chance to do anything before fingers wrapped around her head and pulled her into a fiery kiss. A kiss that was youthful and passionate, something she hadn't felt in years. Astoria couldn't help but drink from the well that supplied the delicious poison. Hungrily, she kissed back, revelling in the remnants of champagne she could taste and the youthful waist her hands clung to.
Astoria heard a breathless, "Merlin you two," and she broke the kiss, having realised that though her hands had been clinging to Lily, her mouth had been devoured by Rose. Her eyes flitted between the two before a muttered, "Feck it," slipped through her lips.
Her fingers moved from Lily's hips to the girl's long straight locks and kissed Lily hard. Drinking in the girl's shock that quickly melted into desire, Astoria's mouth begged for entrance that was granted almost immediately as she felt Rose's hands start to work her body from behind.
Feeling those small hands assuredly work her clothing while laying tender kisses intermingled with gentle nips along her neck drove her to the same goal. With her mouth never leaving Lily's sweet tasting lips, she started to undo the girl's dress. Once the fabric noticeably loosened, she pushed the dress off and slowly trailed her fingers back up and over the skin she knew to be freckled, and longed to explore with her mouth.
The coolness of the air in her room brushed over her own skin. She shivered in response. However, she only let go of Lily's lips when she felt Rose leave her back. Astoria smirked at the sight of Lily's flushed cheek, bruised lips and stunned eyes. The whole picture worth more than a thousand words of erotic prose.
Spinning around she captured Rose's hands which were in the middle of undoing her own dress. "Not so fast," Astoria purred before crashing her lips onto Rose's. She felt the shock but held her own ground until the girl relented to her ministrations. Astoria quickly removed the offensive attire. Wrapping her arm around Rose's curvy body, she pulled the girl into her as she felt chaste kisses start to be peppered along her back.
Feeling more alive in the moment than she had in years, Astoria started to guide Rose's clinging body towards the bed, hoping that Lily would follow. Though the kisses stopped and she could no longer feel the girl at her back, she pushed forward hoping the girl hadn't run away, because she simply could not get enough of Rose Weasley's body, desire, lips, smell, passion or taste.
Astoria gently pushed the girl onto the bed and watched as the girl collapsed into her soft mattress with her red curls flying and her creamy skin glowing against the pink silk duvet. She could have sworn that she had never seen anything more erotic than what Rose looked like now.
For the second time since the two girls had crossed into her suite, Astoria's hardened eyes widened as she not only felt her lingerie disappear but watched as Rose's disappeared as well. Her eyes didn't leave Rose as the girl crawled back onto the bed and in between Lily's legs who was leaning up against Astoria's upholstered headboard. The creamy skin and the red hair glistening of both girls looked so decadent in front of her. Astoria wanted to know just who she screwed so well in her last life to earn her this: two young, beautiful, winsome creatures wrapped around each other, their lips tasting, their tongues intertwined, one set of hands knowingly tweaking hardened nipples between caresses known to stimulate, the other set focused on holding and gripping to ensure this base desire on display not only continued, but fulfilled it's quiet promises.
Her mouth watered as she watched Lily's hands slip down Rose's soft belly to between her legs as Rose's arms moved to hold Lily's head firmly in a place where Rose could reach her lips. The entire moment looked so private that it sent tremors through Astoria's body.
She locked in on Lily's hands that were working their magic on Rose. Astoria watched Lily's fingers tease Rose lightly before moving with more insistence. And when she watched those fingers disappear within Rose, Astoria couldn't bite back her moan, let alone her desire, any longer.
Moving to her knees, Astoria called towards those fingers that led straight to her sin. With a quick look to see that both girls were occupied before leaning over and running her tongue over Lily's knowing fingers and Rose's body. She smirked as her eyes took in the shock registering in both girls' bodies. It had been so long since she had been able to sock a lover like this, and she was enjoying every moment of it.
Leaning back in, she let her tongue follow Lily's fingers as they showed her how Rose's body worked. Her moans, gasps, pleas, praises, went straight through Astoria as her tongue moved more firmly, more assertively -determined to make Rose scream more than 'Merlin', 'please', and 'oh god'.
Astoria wanted more though, she wanted Rose to scream her name.
And scream it again. And again.
And again.
The tremors in Rose's body started to pick up. Astoria's tongue and mouth started to work harder, wanting more and more as it plundered, sucked, teased and taunted the girl's body.
A gasping, 'Lady Malfoy', signaled to Astoria the start of the end. Astoria's mind started to drown in the lust pouring off Rose's shaking and contracting body. She drunk in all that Rose's body would give her until it bestowed her with no more.
Astoria then did the next best thing to feed the hunger still raging inside her, she started to trail her lips up Rose's body, momentarily teasing both of Rose's rosy, hardened nipples before meeting her bright sapphire blue eyes. When she leaned in she took pleasure in watching Rose's eyes close and those lips pucker up, she smirked and instead pressed her Rose-covered lips against Lily's.
She felt hands grabbed her body and a moan whisper against her ear. Astoria didn't let go of Lily's lips until she was good and ready to. When she finally pulled back, she took in both jewel-coloured eyes as Lily whispered -
"Is it okay if we stay the night with you, Lady Malfoy?"
Astoria smirked and kissed Rose before responding, "Stay as long as you like."
Author: seraphimerising
Recipient: thilia
Pairing: Astoria Malfoy/Rose Weasley/Lily Luna Potter, Rose Weasley/Lily Luna Potter
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst. Femmeslash. Cousin-cest. Infidelity. Underage (Lily is 15, Rose is 17). Voyeurism.
Word Count: 2700 words
Summary: Though it was Scorpius' birthday party, Lady Astoria Malfoy receives the best gift of all.
Author's Note: Thanks A for your beta services, diolch. thilia -- I hope you enjoy this. Thank you for inadvertently pushing me outside of my comfort zone. I had more fun than anyone should have had with this little piece of fiction.
Lady Malfoy's Lovers
Bored.
No other word could possibly describe the overwhelming feeling within Lady Astoria Malfoy at that moment. She truly hated the events her husband insisted on throwing year after year, all in the name of Malfoy. The only thing was that for the life of her, she couldn't understand why her husband couldn't be honest with himself.
Merlin and her both knew, as well with anyone with two galleons in their head, knew exactly why he threw these balls -he and his lover wanted excuses to be trussed up together in the same room before escaping the party at least twice to fornicate without risking his lover's spouse finding out.
Astoria had never been exactly sure who they thought they were fooling. Then again looking at her husband's lover, as she sipped her champagne from a discrete distance, maybe they were fooling everybody but her. She had no disillusions about her marriage. Like many of their classmates, theirs had been arranged without regard to her husband's status as an equal opportunity shagger and that she liked to dine without twigs and berries in her face.
As a dutiful wife, she had done her duty and fortunately for her she had done so within the first year of their marriage. Once she had given him an heir, he had now kept out of her bedroom suite for over seventeen years. She knew that she was fortunate in that Draco hadn't cared about any of her lovers as long as she was discrete, but sadly she had hit a bit of a dry patch in the past few years -her young lovers insisted on open relationships, which she couldn't give them.
Thinking about that only made her huff as she finished her champagne. A house-elf quickly refilled it for her, allowing her to wallow in her bad mood, a safe distance from her husband his lover's friends and family. Looking over at the motley crew, her eyes landed on long, red hair. The colour of red that she had fantasised about often in her youth. The colour of her first crush's hair; the one person who made her realise she didn't really like boys at all -Ginny Potter.
Astoria let her mind drift to all the school girl fantasies she had held about the youngest Weasley -hours spent wondering just exactly where all those freckles went; the minutes she spent cursing at her herself when she nearly reached out to see just how soft that red hair was, every time she was near it; the moments she spent fantasising what it would feel like to have her Quidditch-roughened hands on her body - the contrast of rough and smooth drawing sounds out of her that no lover but Ginny could ever do. Just the thought of those fantasies sent a shiver up her spine and caused a tightening in her knickers. Astoria tried to force the edge of her need with a purposeful squeeze as she sipped her champagne but to no avail.
She was about to take a moment to herself and relieve the pressure burning between her legs when the red-head that had sent her careening down a very steep and dangerous slope turned and looked at her. Astoria bit her lip in order not to gasp as the red-head, for all intents and purposes, was Ginny Weasley's doppelganger aside from her eyes. Even at this distance, Astoria could see that they weren't the amber brown that she had loved in her youth but a bright, shining emerald green.
Mesmerised, Astoria just stood there staring at the beautiful young woman in front of her. She watched as Harry Potter approached the young woman; Astoria managed to pull herself together in time for her to softly smile and nod her head when he looked her way.
Years of social training was the only thing holding her together as she turned to get the fresh air she now had to have; having realised that she had been staring at Harry and Ginny Potter's daughter. Their fifteen year old daughter, if she remembered correctly.
Standing in the entry way, away from the people inside the ballroom, distance wasn't enough to still whatever was coursing through her. Astoria took deep breaths to steady herself but each succeeding one did no good, even as she wiped at her forehead.
"Mother?"
The sound of Scorpius' voice made her jump. Spinning around, she breathlessly replied, "Yes?", trying to put herself back together for her son's sake -as it was his seventeenth birthday party.
"Are you okay?" he asked. She could feel his eyes studying her. Draco and her had always put forth such a collective and collected front that her acting like a simpering teenage girl had to be a shock to him. "Father saw you leave abruptly and asked me to check on you."
Of course Draco couldn't leave his lover's side long enough to actually do something remotely like what a husband should do. That anger which she would demonstrate to Draco tomorrow was more than enough to settle her to tell Scorpius, "I am fine darling. Just became a bit overwhelmed by the heat and didn't want to make a scene on your birthday. I am just going to pop up to my rooms and freshen up a bit."
She could tell he wasn't convinced, so she smiled as she patted him on the cheek as she knew he hated and continued, "Please tell your father I'll return in about thirty minutes."
"Yes mother," Scorpius dutifully replied, though his eyes suggested he was not only concerned for her, but intrigued by her uncharacteristic behaviour. In fact, her annoyance at him not turning and doing as he had been told immediately finally banished the discombobulated feeling that Lily Potter had instilled within her.
Astoria glared at her son and took her leave of him as he refused her the courtesy. Quickly, she made her way up the stairs and towards her suite of rooms to freshen up as she had told him she was going to. After she closed the door, she breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
However her peace and quiet was short-lived when a soft tap sounded just by her left ear. Astoria wasn't sure what she was supposed to do -Draco never knocked on her door, Scorpius' knock was more resounding and the house-elves were simply trained not to knock, ever. Standing up, she instinctively smoothed her dress having absolutely no idea what was waiting for her on the other side of the door, or worse -who?
The who part was definitely the more damning of the two, at least to Astoria. She had a house full of people, a husband busy having a 'relationship' with his lover in front of all of the wizarding world that mattered (and paid too little attention to actually notice), a son who should be occupied with the guests saying it was his party, and she hadn't had a lover or for that matter anyone to warm her bed in fourteen months. So, just who stood knocking at her door -well that was trouble with a capital 't'.
Opening her bedroom door, she was greeted by not one, but two girls with Weasley red hair and jewel-toned eyes. One Lily Potter, who had been solely responsible for Astoria's current descent into Hades, and the other, the one with sapphire coloured eyes, tormented her sanity every time she visited, her son's best friend, Rose Weasley.
If she hadn't been screwed before, she was officially screwed now.
Barely holding herself together, Astoria asked, "Yes?"
"Are you okay Lady Malfoy?" Rose asked, her eyes sparkling in a way that did Astoria no service. She had known the girl long enough to know that mischievousness was the girl's middle name and not Nymphadora, as it actually was. The girl smiled as she continued, "Scorpius asked me to check you were okay."
"I'm fine Rose," Astoria responded sharply. She most definitely did not need two beautiful red heads standing at her door during her drought. "Now if you two would report back to Scorpius that I will be back down in just a few moments, I would appreciate it."
However, when she went to shut the door a single hand stopped her and before she knew it both young girls had slipped into her room. She couldn't move fast enough before Lily had stepped into her personal space and purred, "Maybe the two of us can help you. Perhaps to... relax"
Astoria couldn't help it. She couldn't, in fact, say anything as the young woman boldly reached up and ran her fingers down her cheek as she continued, "I saw I saw the way you looked at me. The way Rose looks at me."
At that pronouncement, Astoria's eyes widened considerably. Her eyes finally able to see more than fields of green, she could now see Rose wrapped around Lily; their different shades of red flowing into a single river of fire as Rose bent her head to lay kisses along Lily's neck. Hearing the little breathless moans that Rose got in return shot through Astoria too.
"Would you like to seduce me Lady Malfoy?" Lily softly teased as her hand went down to Astoria's own. She felt the smaller hand wrap around hers and when it tugged, Astoria's body followed as the young girl continued, "Would you Lady Malfoy? Maybe teach me something Rose hasn't. Or something even Rose hasn't learned?"
Astoria's body now pressed close to a younger one; a beautiful younger one. Her skin even through the robes became electrified; she could feel Lily's own body react to their closeness: the young girl's nipples showed her desire.
Huskily, Astoria whispered, "I doubt that there is anything I could teach you that Rose already hasn't."
Lily didn't have a chance to answer, nor did Astoria have a chance to do anything before fingers wrapped around her head and pulled her into a fiery kiss. A kiss that was youthful and passionate, something she hadn't felt in years. Astoria couldn't help but drink from the well that supplied the delicious poison. Hungrily, she kissed back, revelling in the remnants of champagne she could taste and the youthful waist her hands clung to.
Astoria heard a breathless, "Merlin you two," and she broke the kiss, having realised that though her hands had been clinging to Lily, her mouth had been devoured by Rose. Her eyes flitted between the two before a muttered, "Feck it," slipped through her lips.
Her fingers moved from Lily's hips to the girl's long straight locks and kissed Lily hard. Drinking in the girl's shock that quickly melted into desire, Astoria's mouth begged for entrance that was granted almost immediately as she felt Rose's hands start to work her body from behind.
Feeling those small hands assuredly work her clothing while laying tender kisses intermingled with gentle nips along her neck drove her to the same goal. With her mouth never leaving Lily's sweet tasting lips, she started to undo the girl's dress. Once the fabric noticeably loosened, she pushed the dress off and slowly trailed her fingers back up and over the skin she knew to be freckled, and longed to explore with her mouth.
The coolness of the air in her room brushed over her own skin. She shivered in response. However, she only let go of Lily's lips when she felt Rose leave her back. Astoria smirked at the sight of Lily's flushed cheek, bruised lips and stunned eyes. The whole picture worth more than a thousand words of erotic prose.
Spinning around she captured Rose's hands which were in the middle of undoing her own dress. "Not so fast," Astoria purred before crashing her lips onto Rose's. She felt the shock but held her own ground until the girl relented to her ministrations. Astoria quickly removed the offensive attire. Wrapping her arm around Rose's curvy body, she pulled the girl into her as she felt chaste kisses start to be peppered along her back.
Feeling more alive in the moment than she had in years, Astoria started to guide Rose's clinging body towards the bed, hoping that Lily would follow. Though the kisses stopped and she could no longer feel the girl at her back, she pushed forward hoping the girl hadn't run away, because she simply could not get enough of Rose Weasley's body, desire, lips, smell, passion or taste.
Astoria gently pushed the girl onto the bed and watched as the girl collapsed into her soft mattress with her red curls flying and her creamy skin glowing against the pink silk duvet. She could have sworn that she had never seen anything more erotic than what Rose looked like now.
For the second time since the two girls had crossed into her suite, Astoria's hardened eyes widened as she not only felt her lingerie disappear but watched as Rose's disappeared as well. Her eyes didn't leave Rose as the girl crawled back onto the bed and in between Lily's legs who was leaning up against Astoria's upholstered headboard. The creamy skin and the red hair glistening of both girls looked so decadent in front of her. Astoria wanted to know just who she screwed so well in her last life to earn her this: two young, beautiful, winsome creatures wrapped around each other, their lips tasting, their tongues intertwined, one set of hands knowingly tweaking hardened nipples between caresses known to stimulate, the other set focused on holding and gripping to ensure this base desire on display not only continued, but fulfilled it's quiet promises.
Her mouth watered as she watched Lily's hands slip down Rose's soft belly to between her legs as Rose's arms moved to hold Lily's head firmly in a place where Rose could reach her lips. The entire moment looked so private that it sent tremors through Astoria's body.
She locked in on Lily's hands that were working their magic on Rose. Astoria watched Lily's fingers tease Rose lightly before moving with more insistence. And when she watched those fingers disappear within Rose, Astoria couldn't bite back her moan, let alone her desire, any longer.
Moving to her knees, Astoria called towards those fingers that led straight to her sin. With a quick look to see that both girls were occupied before leaning over and running her tongue over Lily's knowing fingers and Rose's body. She smirked as her eyes took in the shock registering in both girls' bodies. It had been so long since she had been able to sock a lover like this, and she was enjoying every moment of it.
Leaning back in, she let her tongue follow Lily's fingers as they showed her how Rose's body worked. Her moans, gasps, pleas, praises, went straight through Astoria as her tongue moved more firmly, more assertively -determined to make Rose scream more than 'Merlin', 'please', and 'oh god'.
Astoria wanted more though, she wanted Rose to scream her name.
And scream it again. And again.
And again.
The tremors in Rose's body started to pick up. Astoria's tongue and mouth started to work harder, wanting more and more as it plundered, sucked, teased and taunted the girl's body.
A gasping, 'Lady Malfoy', signaled to Astoria the start of the end. Astoria's mind started to drown in the lust pouring off Rose's shaking and contracting body. She drunk in all that Rose's body would give her until it bestowed her with no more.
Astoria then did the next best thing to feed the hunger still raging inside her, she started to trail her lips up Rose's body, momentarily teasing both of Rose's rosy, hardened nipples before meeting her bright sapphire blue eyes. When she leaned in she took pleasure in watching Rose's eyes close and those lips pucker up, she smirked and instead pressed her Rose-covered lips against Lily's.
She felt hands grabbed her body and a moan whisper against her ear. Astoria didn't let go of Lily's lips until she was good and ready to. When she finally pulled back, she took in both jewel-coloured eyes as Lily whispered -
"Is it okay if we stay the night with you, Lady Malfoy?"
Astoria smirked and kissed Rose before responding, "Stay as long as you like."