Tues, Nov 11, Isabella & Damian
Who: Isabella and Damian
When: Monday, November 11, early morning Pacific time
Where: Damian's flat in LA-area, the Ministry in LA
What: Isabella gets sent to Damian, he makes use of her services and then takes her to work to try something and gets a surprise.
NC-17 for repeated het smut. Isabella is a whore, after all.
*Isabella*
She flooed into the living room of Mister Harris' house from Rufus' townhouse. Dusting the soot off her short skirt, she called out nervously.
"Hello?"
She hated Alessandra for this, for making her come here, "for as long as Damian wanted her". Her cheek still stung where Alessandra had slapped her. All she wanted was to go back to Greece with Forbes. She ran her hands over her hair nervously.
*Damian*
Turning away from the full wall window that over looked the city, he nodded a bit in approval as his eyes went over the girl. A bit younger than what he usually went for, but she'd do. She couldn't be half bad considering her family, especially since Alessandra knew very well what he liked. Taking a sip of his wine, he walked over to Isabella.
"Ah, Isabella. You certainly live up to everything your aunt has said about you. Would you like some wine?"
*Isabella*
She swallowed hard before smiling at him and letting her hand brush against his.
"Some wine would be lovely," she said with a soft smile.
"I hope my aunt has not been spreading rumours."
*Damian*
Summoning the wine and a glass, he poured some for Isabella before handing the glass to Isabella.
"There is always someone spreading rumors," he joked as he ran his fingers down her neck and hooked them under the strap of her silk tanktop. "Needless to say, whatever 'rumors' are circling you, they are all very flattering."
*Isabella*
She took the glass and managed a small sip before she felt his fingers on her neck and shivered.
"I take it I meet with your expectations?" she said in a slightly husky voice, hating Alessandra with every bone in her body at the moment.
*Damian*
Slipping his hand down her tank top, he smirked as he cupped her breast.
"A little young for my taste, but if you are as good as your reputation, that can easily be overlooked."
*Isabella*
She pressed into his hand, setting her wine glass down and hoping she could have gotten out of this as she ran her hands over his chest before leaning in and sucking lightly on his neck.
"I hope to exceed my reputation," she purred.
la la la… insert het smut
*Isabella*
She stretched and smiled at Damian.
"Oh.. I suppose now would be a good time to tell you the information..." she said with a smile, still a bit radiant from their earlier session.
*Damian*
Quirking an eyebrow, he ran his hand through her hair in satisfaction as he looked at her curiously.
"Oh, and what sort of information has dead Alessandra sent you with?"
*Isabella*
"Apparently Voldemort made horcuxes - it's how he's coming back," she said as she smiled.
"And.. and there are two Adeline Colombe's in this world.."
*Damian*
Laughing, he shook his head.
"I think you should stick to the fucking as your talents as a messenger are horrible. Is that all the information Alessandra has to tell me?"
*Isabella*
"Those were the two most important things that she and Rufus thought worthy of passing on," she said, trying to keep her voice sweet and not growl. Fuck this. She just wanted to go home.
*Damian*
He rolled his eyes slightly.
"That is all the information that they have? No information on how many there are? On where they are? I think that you need better investigator over in the UK."
*Isabella*
She sighed.
"Two were destroyed. We know for certain of another two. One has already been reclaimed by Tom and we are currently searching for the other one that we know of as well as interrogating sources who might know," she explained.
*Damian*
He frowned slightly.
"Tom? As in Riddle? So that psychotic boy that blew up Big Ben is the genuine Tom Riddle?"
*Isabella*
"You didn't know?" she asked incredulously as she repeated the briefing Rufus had made her memorize. "Tom Marvolo Riddle, in the body of one Cade Fawkes, presumed dead as of last year. Various runic tattoos decorating his chest, specific runes are still under investigation. Defeated on 5 November at Parliament by the Sectumsempra spell, fired by on Genevieve Deschamps, exchange student from Beauxbatons."
She paused.
"What else do you want to know?" she asked, tucking her hair behind her ear with a smile.
*Damian*
He rolled his eyes slightly.
"That sort of news does not travel well over the pond and when it does, there is no telling how much truth is actually in it," he said, memorizing the information, particularly the spell that defeated him. "When did he get the horcrux then? You cannot expect me to believe that He hid on inside of the Parliament building."
*Isabella*
"Our source tell us the one he was using was hidden inside Riddle Manor in Little Hangleton," she said, shivering slightly at the memory of that place.
*Damian*
Rubbing his hand over Isabella's arm absently, he frowned in thought.
"And what about the other two? The ones destroyed? Where were they? And where is this fourth one?" he asked curiously. "For that matter, where is Riddle hiding..."
*Isabella*
She sucked on her lower lip, trying to remember what she knew.
"One was an old diary of his that was destroyed five years ago... there was also a dagger that was used last year..." she said, running her hand over her hair.
"We don't know exactly where he's hiding," she said. "But it does not seem to be in this... universe..."
*Damian*
A dagger... It couldn't possibly be... No, it couldn't. No one could actually destroy the relic of an Heir. Which would make it a perfect Horcrux, but she listed it as one of the ones that had been destroyed. Nodding at the last bit of information, he twisted her hair around his fingers. If he had a way to travel between the universes, why hadn't that older Cho stayed with him for him... Shaking his head slightly, he sighed.
"And what are you actually planning to do when you find out the location of the fourth horcrux and actually get it?"
*Isabella*
"Attempt to destroy it. There are ways, I am told, sir," she said, stretching as she sat up and ran her fingers through her hair.
"I do not know exactly it is done.." she added.
*Damian*
He nodded in thought, smiling as he leered at Isabella's body.
"But the question is, are we destroying just the horcrux or the bit of soul along with it? Letting all of his bits of soul loose to wander back to him may make him more powerful than he already is."
*Isabella*
She frowned in thought.
"I'm not quite sure... I ... Forbes didn't say exactly how the previous ones were destroyed. I suppose the bits may go back to him, but he needs the horcruxes to come back. We have defeated him in the past.. surely it could be done again..." she said, shifting on the bed and pulling the sheet over her lap.
*Damian*
He quirked an eyebrow slightly at Isabella, wondering what stories and lies Forbes and Alessandra were telling the young girl. Sitting up slightly, he pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her as he brushed his lips against her shoulder.
"Of course he can be defeated again, so don't you worry your little head about it," he murmured deep in his throat, running his hand over Isabella's thigh.
*Isabella*
She tried not to react as he pulled her onto his lap. Okay, so he didn't like it when she covered herself up.
"Sir... is there anything else I can do for you?" she asked, tilting her head to the side to give him better access.
*Damian*
He quirked an eyebrow at Isabella.
"Are you in a hurry to go? Don't tell me that Alessandra has double booked you. That would have been very rude of her if she did."
*Isabella*
"No... of course not," she said with a smile.
"I'm yours as long as you want me," she managed to get the words out with a smile, trying not to think of Forbes or what he'd say when he found out she was gone.
*Damian*
He chuckled softly as he ran his fingers along the insides of her thigh.
"Oh... I have many, many plans for you," he purred deep in this throat.
*Isabella*
She swallowed hard even as she arched into his touch.
"Of course, sir..." she purred huskily. "I'm here for whatever you wish.."
*Damian*
Giving her a curious look as he pressed his lips against her neck, he slid his fingers between her legs for a moment before moving his hands to her hips and lifting her off his lap.
"I'll keep that in mind for later," he said as he slapped her ass. "For now, get dressed. I have a business meeting in a bit and you're not up to the dress code."
*Isabella*
She let out a soft moan at his touch and a whimper when it was gone. Jumping slightly when he slapped her ass, she scurried off the bed and found her wand, casting a quick cleansing charm on herself before pulling on her skirt.
"Is what I was wearing appropriate or do you need me to change it into something more conservative?" she asked curiously.
*Damian*
Getting out of bed, he cast a cleaning charm on himself before walking over to his closet. Pulling a suit out, he pulled on the pants and shirt before walking over to Isabella. Slipping a hand up her skirt and over her ass, he smirked as his other hand massaged her breast.
"That outfit should be fine. It'll give the boys more excitement than they've had in a long time," he murmured huskily.
*Isabella*
She arched into his touch, her silk camisole clutched in her hand.
"Of course, sir..." she nearly mewled. "Though it's a bit hard to get dressed like this..."
*Damian*
Slipping his hand farther down along her ass, he rubbed his fingertips between her legs as he gently pried her camisole out of her hands.
"Maybe I can help you if you can't handle it."
*Isabella*
She let go of the camisole.
"Help is always appreciated," she said silkily. "It's just that you tend to be distracting.. in a pleasant way..."
*Damian*
Slipping his fingers into her, he thrust them in and out slowly as he fiddled with the camisole to get it in an easy position to handle.
"Well, you are in store for much more of this distraction. It is not every day that I am given such a beautiful girl to have for as long as I need her," he purred seductively.
*Isabella*
She moaned, gripping his shoulder for balance as she felt her knees start to buckle.
"Sir..." she moaned out. "I'll do my best to meet your expectations.."
*Damian*
Chuckling huskily, he thrust his fingers deep into her, rubbing his fingertips against her walls to try and find her spot. He maneuvered her shirt over her head before moving his hand down to squeeze her breast, pinching the nipple.
"I must warn you that I have very high expectations."
*Isabella*
"Fuck... Damian..." she moaned out when he found her spot, pressing herself against his fingers, trying to find a rhythm.
"I like a challenge.."
*Damian*
Smirking, he chuckled huskily as he thrust his fingers in and out of Isabella, rubbing hard against her spot each time he thrust in.
"Oh, to be young again," he teased huskily before lowering his head to suck at her nipple.
*Isabella*
She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck, tangling them in his air as her toes started to curl.
"Damian... please..." she moaned. "Feels so good.. please.. don't stop.."
*Damian*
Smirking, he took the nipple in his teeth and pulled slightly before pulling back to look at her.
"Mmmm... but I have a business meeting to go to..." he purred as he slowed the motion of his fingers.
*Isabella*
She gasped, her mouth opening and closing as she whimpered slightly.
"Damian..." she moaned. "I.. I can wait..."
*Damian*
Keeping his fingers deep in her, he rubbed hard circles into her spot as he rubbed his thumb over her nipple.
"Are you sure?" he purred.
*Isabella*
She gasped, trying to grind against his hand.
"I... I... wouldn't mind.. if .. if you... kept .. going... but... don't... wantto... make.. you.. late.." she managed to get out in between moans.
"Damian... please..." she whimpered, not quite sure what she was begging for.
*Damian*
Smirking, he leaned down and pressed his lips against Isabella's, deepening the kiss quickly as he thrust his fingers a few more times before withdrawing them. Running his hands over her arms, he maneuvered them through the arms holes of the camisole before pulling it down over her very perky breasts. Rubbing his hands against her breasts through the silk, he pulled away from the kiss with a content murmur.
"We should be going."
*Isabella*
Taking Damian's fingers into her mouth, she quickly licked them clean before pulling back with a smile.
"Of course.." she said with a nod, forcing herself to come back to reality as she reached for her wand before smoothing down her skirt and shirt.
"Would you like me to do another cleaning charm on myself or should I just leave myself like this?" she asked as she quickly fixed her hair so it looked presentable and not like she had just been thoroughly fucked.
*Damian*
Tucking his shirt in, he went over and pull the jacket to the suit on, buttoning it up before going over to Isabella. Trailing his fingers along the back of her skirt, he smirked.
"Stay like this. There's no telling what 'distractions' may happen."
*Isabella*
She smiled as she wrapped an arm around his waist.
"As you wish," she said playfully, tucking her wand in her purse and clutching it.
"Any instructions during this business meeting?" she asked, running her hand lightly along his side.
*Damian*
Leading her out of the bedroom, he shook his head as he slipped his shoes on in the living room.
"Just look beautiful and interested."
He smirked.
"And do not try to flash too many people when you step out of the floo," he joked as he flipped up her skirt playfully.
*Isabella*
She chuckled as she bent down to strap on her high heeled sandals.
"I'll try not to," she teased with smile.
"Can I ask where we're going?"
*Damian*
Enjoying the view, he shrugged slightly.
"It's just a trip to the Department headquarters. I need to check up on how the R&D team is doing."
*Isabella*
She stood back up and smoothed her skirt down with a smile.
"I'm ready," she said after double checking her makeup in the mirror.
*Damian*
Leading her to the fireplace, he took a hand full of floo powder and threw it into the fireplace while clearly saying which section of the Department he wanted.
"After you, my lady," he said, gesturing towards the fire.
*Isabella*
She stepped in through the floo connection, holding her purse over the front of her skirt and figuring Damian was the only one who would see the back. Stepping out of the fireplace on the other side, the smoothed her skirt down and waited for Damien.
*Damian*
Coming out behind her, he enjoyed the view before coming up beside her and offering her his arm.
"It's a little bit of a walk. Hopefully you won't get too dizzy from the twists and turns in the hallways," he joked as he started leading her away from the floo system.
*Isabella*
She smiled as she took his arm.
"Trying to get me lost and confused so I can't remember?" she teased.
*Damian*
He laughed as he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer, his hand drifting down over her skirt every now and then.
"It was probably in the designer's plan so that the interns could get lost easily and feed the security creatures roaming the halls."
*Isabella*
Jumping a bit the first time his hand moved over her ass, she smiled and relaxed. Well, it was his right to do whatever he wanted.
"Well, seems like it worked fairly well," she teased, not bothering to try and remember all the turns they were taking.
*Damian*
Finally walking down a long corridor with many offices, he stopped outside of an elevator, pushing the down button to call it. Moving to stand behind Isabella, he wrapped an arm around her as he lifted her skirt up slightly with his other hand.
"Have you ever been to the Department of Magic before, Ms. Torres?" he asked softly as he moved his fingers between her legs.
*Isabella*
"No... sir.." she said, spreading her legs slightly to give him better access, still wet from earlier.
"This is my first trip to America, Damian..." she explained, trying to keep her voice even.
*Damian*
He smirked as he slipping his fingers into her, thrusting slowly.
"Mmmm... I may have to show you some of the sights then. There are plenty of things to see here in LA," he purred.
*Isabella*
She put her hand to her mouth, trying not to moan too loudly as her hips moved against Damian's hand.
"Damian..." she moaned.
*Damian*
He smirked as the elevator door opened, nodding in greeting at the few people who got out and hurried down the hallway. Directing her into the elevator, he swiped his wand across the pad before pushing a button very far down on the touch pad. Putting his wand away again, he glanced at his watch as he started to thrust his fingers again.
"It looks like we may be running a bit ahead of schedule..."
*Isabella*
She arched into his touch, having never been directed in quite that way before. Grateful for the elevator walls, she leaned against them before pulling Damian to her by his belt, grinding herself down on his fingers as she moaned.
"Does.. that mean... we have some time?" she asked, running her hand over his crotch.
*Damian*
Smirking, he hit the stop button on the elevator as he rubbed himself against Isabella's hand.
"We have plenty of time," he murmured seductively as he rubbed his fingers against her.
*Isabella*
She squirmed against his fingers, grinding against him as she hooked one leg around his hips.
"Damian..." she moaned, rubbing him through his pants before going for his belt and working to undo it.
*Damian*
Pulling his fingers out of isabella, he helped her with his pants. Picking her up, he pressed her against the wall before positioning himself and then thrusting into Isabella.
*Isabella*
She tangled her hands through his hair, wrapping her legs around his hips as she kissed him passionately.
"Oh fuck, Damian..." she moaned into the kiss, squeezing around him. "So good... so big..."
*Damian*
Moaning loudly, he thrust hard into Isabella, kissing her back passionately. Holding her thighs tightly, he pulled her down harder onto himself.
"Gods... So tight... Never would know your Aunt hands you out to whoever she fancies."
*Isabella*
She groaned, throwing her head back, not caring when it hit the wall of the elevator.
"Oh fuck.. harder, Forbes..." she moaned.
*Damian*
Slamming into her, he grunted as he moved his mouth down to her shoulder and sucked at it gently, moving his hand down her stomach to rub against her clit.
*Isabella*
She arched up, squeezing rhythmically around him.
"Fuck... Da... Damian," she moaned, thrusting hard against him. "So amazing... fuck me, Damian," she cried out loudly.
*Damian*
Thrusting hard into her, he sucked at the side of her neck as he ran his hand over her ass and thighs, his other fingering her clit.
"Gods yes... Just like that 'Bella..."
*Isabella*
Her hands clenched at his shoulders tightly, her eyes clenched tightly.
"Damian! So close... can I?" she moaned as she thrust against him.
*Damian*
Chuckling huskily, he nodded as he pinched her clit and thrust hard into her.
"Yes, you can. Don't let me stop you," he chuckled.
*Isabella*
"FUCK! DAMIAN!!!" she moaned out loudly as she clenched herself as tight as possible around him and thrust down, his muscles clenching.
*Damian*
Feeling her clench around his cock, he thrust hard into her, grunting loudly as he gripped Isabella thigh tightly and came.
*Isabella*
She moaned, panting heavily as she captured his lips in a passionate kiss.
"So amazing, Damian..." she purred contently.
*Damian*
Murmuring, he rubbed his hands over Isabella's thighs tenderly.
"Mmmm... that was very amazing."
*Isabella*
She ran her hands contently through his hair.
"Well, you haven't disappointed me yet," she purred, kissing him.
*Damian*
Pulling back from the kiss, he quirked an unimpressed eyebrow.
"You were expecting disappointment?"
*Isabella*
"No..." she said, running her thumb along his lip.
"It's just that well... there are few who truly meet my needs as well as you.." she said, squeezing her muscles around him again.
*Damian*
Sighing contently, he closed his eyes at the feel of Isabella squeezing around him.
"I'm glad then that you actually get to be with someone who can actually meet your needs," he murmured before sliding Isabella off of himself and putting her onto the floor.
*Isabella*
She sank to her knees, licking him clean as she ran her hands over his ass.
"Just hope I can take care of yours..." she purred.
*Damian*
Murmuring contently, he ran a hand through Isabella's hair.
"Oh, you meet my needs quite well. I may have to change my views on younger women after this..."
*Isabella*
She swirled her tongue expertly around him before pulling back slightly.
"Well, there is something to be said for rebound ability... I expect I can be ready whenever you need me..." she purred between licks.
*Damian*
He quirked an eyebrow at Isabella in regards to her comment.
"I'll have to test that theory later," he said before looking at his watch and stepping back. "For now, it seems that we need to get going."
Putting himself back into his pants, he zipped them up before hitting the start button of the elevator again.
*Isabella*
She licked her lips before standing up, fixing her skirt again before kissing Damian tenderly.
"I can't wait..." she teased, straightening his tie and suit jacket.
*Damian*
Running his hand over Isabella's shoulders, he chuckled softly. The elevator door opening, he stepped out, nodding at the guard.
"Ah, Mr. Harris. Come to check up on things?"
"Yes, yes, Nathan. This is my good friend, Isabella. She's coming in with me for the day."
"Oh, she's a pretty one. It's a pleasure to meet you, miss. Now, if you'll just give me your wand and purse, we'll just have the search to do."
*Isabella*
She smiled, holding her purse out.
"The wand's inside," she explained, hooking her arm through Damian's.
*Damian*
He watched with a bit interest as Nathan went through her bag, scanning her wand before putting both the bag and the wand in a locker. After Nathan gave the key to Isabella, he gestured for her to put her arms out before running a wand over her and patting her down. Damian smirked at Nathan's blush.
"Is everything in order?" he asked as Nathan straightened from bending over to scan her legs with the wand.
"She's good to go, sir. Do you want her to sign any of the waivers?"
Waving his hand dismissively, he shook his head.
"It's alright. She doesn't work for any of the competition."
*Isabella*
She pinned the key to her skirt before licking her lips and smiling at Damian.
"All this security..." she said with a smile. "Do you do this with all your guests?"
*Damian*
He laughed as he put an arm around her waist. Waving his wand in front of another panel, he pushed the door open and led her through.
"No, but then, we already did the full body cavity search," he purred teasingly into her ear as he leaned close.
*Isabella*
She stumbled, tripping over her feet momentarily before catching herself.
"Damian..." she hissed in a whisper, a faint blush creeping into her cheeks.
*Damian*
He laughed as he tightened his arm around her to keep her steady. Walking into the large warehouse-like room, he stared down from the upper platform at the low round stage in the middle of the room, a two red lines circling the edge, the secondary raised stage in the middle of that circle blocking the head and tail he knew were painted in red on the other side. Spotting their newest recruit, he approached the young. scruffy boy with Isabella in tow.
"Iltis. How are things progressing?"
He couldn't help but smirk when the boy looked up with wide-eyes, his eyes growing wider when he saw Isabella.
"Ah... welll... the. um... we have.. um.. we've finally sorted out the.. um.. the issues were were having with the equivalent exchange and objects..." he babbled, his eyes constantly be drawn to Isabella. "We.. um.. we still don't.. ah.. we don't know what the magic.. ah.. what it is we're actually.. um... travel across..."
*Isabella*
She raised an eyebrow, looking around curiously and smiling, thinking how jealous Forbes would be if he knew where she was.
"What is all this?" she asked curiously, her fingers stroking Damian's arm as she turned to the scruffy boy and smiled, licking her lips.
*Iltis*
Transfixed by the girl's lips and tongue, he stared at her for a long time before blinking rapidly to get his brain working again.
"Well, the.. the circle down there is a portal and we use the enchanted paint and the symbol of the ouro-"
*Damian*
"Iltis, that's enough. I'll explain everything when I take her down to the floor," he said sternly.
Sighing, he shook his head. Newbies. This was probably the closest he'd gotten to a girl since he graduated from Rivendell.
"Continuing analyzing the results of each of the tests runs. Look to see if there's any common variances between all the runs and how we can control it."
Wrapping his arm around Isabella's waist, he directed her towards the stairwell.
"I'm sorry about him. He stays in the lab a bit too much. The young ones are always over achievers," he said quietly to her.
*Isabella*
She chuckled as she made her way down the stairwell, keeping her body against Damian's.
"So, Damian darling, do I get to find out what all this is?" she asked sweetly.
*Damian*
He smiled as he led her across the floor when they got down from the stairwell.
"Of course. This is our main project at the moment," he said as he gestured around. "We're simply trying to figure out how this dimension stays separate from others. How things may be transferred between worlds and how to use this powerful magic to our advantage."
*Isabella*
She nodded.
"How two of the Colombe's got into this world..." she said, wishing Forbes was here because she knew she wouldn't be able to remember everything.
"It's impressive. The Ministry has nothing like this.."
*Damian*
He nodded.
"Yes. Though how there came to be two, we don't know. Last we knew, there was one Colombe here from a different world and the Colombe of this world was somewhere else."
He smirked slightly.
"The Ministry has it's Department of Mysteries, but they are more concerned with figuring out riddles and mysteries that are centuries old than progressing forward. They also don't understand the need to incorporate science into their thought process. The muggles have speculated the idea of other worlds for centuries, though it was usually the worlds of the gods. But in fiction, they have come across the idea of there being a world that exists beside our own many times, whether you can get there through a magic wardrobe, a tornado, a rabbit hole, or simply sailing beyond the bonds of your known world."
He smirked.
"As silly and annoying that they can be, some of those muggles are very bright."
*Isabella*
She nodded, hanging on his every word and taking in what Damian was saying.
"Well, yes. Some of them are quite surprising.." she said with a smile.
"Have you managed to bridge this gap?"
*Damian*
He grinned smugly.
"Yes, we have."
Looking down at her, he smirked.
"Would you like to see a demonstration?"
*Isabella*
"Are you sure that wouldn't be a breach of security or policy?" she asked, purring slightly as she smiled at him.
*Damian*
He smirked as he ran his hand along her back.
"Rule number one with R&D teams, they love showing you all their toys," he teased, pecking her on the cheek. "You wait right here and I'll see what I can do."
Patting her ass, he winked at her before walking over to a bearded man standing by one of the walls.
*Isabella*
She watched Damian curiously. Well, at least she'd be able to report more fully on this machine. Walking around the platform, she studied it casually.
*Damian*
After talking a long moment with the bearded man, he smirked at the manic gleam in the man's eyes. Walking back over to Isabella, he put his hand on the small of her back and guided her to the middle of the very center platform.
"You just stand here and we'll set everything up. We just need to work on putting up a few wards and shields up," he said before walking over to an Asian lady working at a table near the raised platform.
*Isabella*
She gave him a confused look as she stood on the center of the platform.
"Are you sure?" she called after Damian, studying him as he exchanged words with an Asian woman.
*Damian*
After giving the Asian woman a stern look to silence her argument, he looked up at Isabella and smiled reassuringly.
"You want to see this baby in action, right? I'm sure that Alessandra and Rufus will love to hear your accounts."
*Isabella*
"If it's alright with you, yes, I'd share the accounts..." she said with a confused look.
"Damian... what are you up to?" she asked teasingly, a little nervous.
*Damian*
He smirked as he nodded to the bearded man.
"Just setting up the demonstration," he said reassuringly before he saw the bearded man push a few buttons and the machine whirled to life.
*Isabella*
"If you're su-"
Before she could finish, she found herself somewhere else. She was outside, on the ground... on... concrete. Glancing around, she shivered. Damn, it was cold... and there was snow falling . Wrapping her arms around herself, she glanced around. It looked vaguely like a city, but it was purely ruins.
"What the hell- OW!" she screamed, as a migraine hit her and she clutched her head, hearing a voice in her head, calling her...
*Damian*
He held his breath a bit as Isabella disappeared and was replaced by a girl that looked nearly exactly like her. Damian frowned as he took in the confused girl's ears, nails, and fangs as she put a hand to her head, looking both scared and relieved and happy at the same time.
"Iltis," he called up to the platform. "Get me the scan report that Nathan did on Isabella. Now."
Turning to the Asian woman, he drew his wand.
"Change the configuration of the wards to match that of section B detainment cells. We can't have her teleporting out," he ordered before stepping away from the table and pointing at one of the interns.
"You. Go up to the detainment stores now. Get one of the restraints we configured after that breakout 3 years ago. Give it to Nathan, I'll be wanting to take it with me when I leave."
Walking towards the stage, he pointed at the bearded man.
"Bring her back. Now."
*Isabella*
Feeling herself drawn to something, she got up and started walking, not noticing that her ears and teeth had changed as she clutched her head, trying to get the voice out.
"Meu Deus..." she whimpered before her world disappeared again. Finding herself back on the platform, she curled up and whimpered.
"Ajuda-me...."she whimpered.
*Damian*
Seeing the other Isabella disappear with a look of shock and horror on her face, he gestured for the Asian woman to take down the wards as he rushed forward to check on the Isabella that had just reappeared. Scooping her up in her arms, he sucked in a breath and his body tensed as he took in her ears and teeth. That bitch...
"Sir! I have the repor-"
Standing up, Damian cradled Isabella to her chest as he shook his head.
"I won't need it, Iltis. Thank you."
Running a hand through Isabella's hair, he murmured softly.
"Shhh... It's alright, 'Bella. You're back here. What happened?"
*Isabella*
She whimpered as she leaned against the man. Hearing her name, she put her hands over her ears, making sure they were normal.
"I... I don't know.. " she whimpered. "Was somewhere else... and it hurt.. "
*Damian*
He murmured softly as he carried her away from the raised platform.
"How did it hurt? Were there any recognizable landmarks?" he asked curiously.
*Isabella*
She leaned against him, staying curled up.
"Just... head hurt... worse than a vision..." she babbled, wanting to go home. "Just ruins.. lots of ruins..."
*Damian*
He frowned slightly as he ran his hand through her hair, filing away the information about visions.
"Did you hit your head? Why was it hurting?"
*Isabella*
"I.. I don't know..." she murmured weakly.
"Please, Damian.. can we go home?" she asked.
*Damian*
He nodded, brushing his lips against her hair before looking at the R&D staff.
"Take note of that world's signature. Put urban rubble and variable that causes head pain as a description for now. Keep continuing as you were," he ordered before heading up the stairs. "We'll get you home soon, 'Bella."
*Isabella*
She nodded, snuggling against her, trying to bury her face in his shirt.
"Thank you.." she murmured. "I.. I think I can walk.."
*Damian*
He shook his head slightly.
"Once we get to the elevator," he said softly.
Passing Nathan, he nodded to have him put the object in his jacket pocket before shifting his arms so he could take Isabella's purse.
*Isabella*
She nodded, closing her eyes, wanting just to go home.
"Can I go to ladies' room? I feel I need to freshen up.." she said quietly.
*Damian*
Stepping into the elevator, he put her down and nodded as he swipped his wand over the panel and then hit the ground floor button.
"There's a ladies' room right in the hallway outside the elevator," he said softly as he rubbed her back soothingly. "Are you alright?"
*Isabella*
She nodded.
"I just need to freshen up.." she said shyly, licking her lips. . "Unless you prefer I wait till we get home."
*Damian*
His jaw clenching slightly, he brushed his lips against her hair.
"At home will be fine. The quicker we get you home, the better."
*Isabella*
She nodded, running her hands over his chest before planting a kiss on his cheek.
"I'm sorry I reacted like that.. I just wasn't prepared for that.."
*Damian*
Resting his hands on her hips, he smiled softly.
"Considering everything, I think that you reacted quite well."
*Isabella*
She smiled as she heard the elevator ding. Taking Damian's arm, she stroked it lightly with her fingers as they made their way out of the elevators.
"Anything I can do to make it up to you?"
*Damian*
Leaning down and pecking her on the cheek, he smirked.
"Let's just get you home first."
*Isabella*
She nodded as they reached the floo and she went through first. Heading towards the bathroom quickly, she heard Damian arrive.
"I'll just be a moment.. Need to freshen up.."
*Damian*
Quirking an eyebrow at Isabella, he nodded.
"Don't take too long. I may start to worry," he said, taking her purse and wand into the bedroom. "I'll be waiting for you."
*Isabella*
"I won't," she called to Damian as she splashed water on her face and fixed her hair. She was a whore. She had to do this and do this well. Make sure he enjoyed it. Taking a deep breath, she headed for the bedroom, smiling at Damian.
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long, " she said, running her hand over the silk of her shirt.
*Damian*
He smiled as he turned around from where he had taken off his jacket and shoes.
"Not at all. It gave me some time to prepare your gift."
*Isabella*
She raised an eyebrow.
"A gift? Damian.. you didn't need too.." she said with a smile.
"You're gift enough for me."
*Damian*
Smiling softly as he walked around behind her, he pulled her hair out of the way and over her shoulder.
"You flatter me, but a prize as beautiful as you deserves a gift to show off how special she is."
*Isabella*
She shivered, tilting her head to the side as she closed her eyes.
"I don't know what to say..." she said with a smile.
*Damian*
Taking what looked like a nice necklace out of his pocket, he fastened it around her neck before brushing his lips against her neck just above the necklace.
"Thank you would be a good start."
*Isabella*
She shifted slightly at the feel of the necklace, shaking off the odd feeling as a result of her earlier experience. Turning in his arms, she kissed him passionately.
"Thank you, Damian... thank you..." she murmured, running her over his chest and down over his crotch.
"Maybe I can repay you?"
When: Monday, November 11, early morning Pacific time
Where: Damian's flat in LA-area, the Ministry in LA
What: Isabella gets sent to Damian, he makes use of her services and then takes her to work to try something and gets a surprise.
NC-17 for repeated het smut. Isabella is a whore, after all.
*Isabella*
She flooed into the living room of Mister Harris' house from Rufus' townhouse. Dusting the soot off her short skirt, she called out nervously.
"Hello?"
She hated Alessandra for this, for making her come here, "for as long as Damian wanted her". Her cheek still stung where Alessandra had slapped her. All she wanted was to go back to Greece with Forbes. She ran her hands over her hair nervously.
*Damian*
Turning away from the full wall window that over looked the city, he nodded a bit in approval as his eyes went over the girl. A bit younger than what he usually went for, but she'd do. She couldn't be half bad considering her family, especially since Alessandra knew very well what he liked. Taking a sip of his wine, he walked over to Isabella.
"Ah, Isabella. You certainly live up to everything your aunt has said about you. Would you like some wine?"
*Isabella*
She swallowed hard before smiling at him and letting her hand brush against his.
"Some wine would be lovely," she said with a soft smile.
"I hope my aunt has not been spreading rumours."
*Damian*
Summoning the wine and a glass, he poured some for Isabella before handing the glass to Isabella.
"There is always someone spreading rumors," he joked as he ran his fingers down her neck and hooked them under the strap of her silk tanktop. "Needless to say, whatever 'rumors' are circling you, they are all very flattering."
*Isabella*
She took the glass and managed a small sip before she felt his fingers on her neck and shivered.
"I take it I meet with your expectations?" she said in a slightly husky voice, hating Alessandra with every bone in her body at the moment.
*Damian*
Slipping his hand down her tank top, he smirked as he cupped her breast.
"A little young for my taste, but if you are as good as your reputation, that can easily be overlooked."
*Isabella*
She pressed into his hand, setting her wine glass down and hoping she could have gotten out of this as she ran her hands over his chest before leaning in and sucking lightly on his neck.
"I hope to exceed my reputation," she purred.
la la la… insert het smut
*Isabella*
She stretched and smiled at Damian.
"Oh.. I suppose now would be a good time to tell you the information..." she said with a smile, still a bit radiant from their earlier session.
*Damian*
Quirking an eyebrow, he ran his hand through her hair in satisfaction as he looked at her curiously.
"Oh, and what sort of information has dead Alessandra sent you with?"
*Isabella*
"Apparently Voldemort made horcuxes - it's how he's coming back," she said as she smiled.
"And.. and there are two Adeline Colombe's in this world.."
*Damian*
Laughing, he shook his head.
"I think you should stick to the fucking as your talents as a messenger are horrible. Is that all the information Alessandra has to tell me?"
*Isabella*
"Those were the two most important things that she and Rufus thought worthy of passing on," she said, trying to keep her voice sweet and not growl. Fuck this. She just wanted to go home.
*Damian*
He rolled his eyes slightly.
"That is all the information that they have? No information on how many there are? On where they are? I think that you need better investigator over in the UK."
*Isabella*
She sighed.
"Two were destroyed. We know for certain of another two. One has already been reclaimed by Tom and we are currently searching for the other one that we know of as well as interrogating sources who might know," she explained.
*Damian*
He frowned slightly.
"Tom? As in Riddle? So that psychotic boy that blew up Big Ben is the genuine Tom Riddle?"
*Isabella*
"You didn't know?" she asked incredulously as she repeated the briefing Rufus had made her memorize. "Tom Marvolo Riddle, in the body of one Cade Fawkes, presumed dead as of last year. Various runic tattoos decorating his chest, specific runes are still under investigation. Defeated on 5 November at Parliament by the Sectumsempra spell, fired by on Genevieve Deschamps, exchange student from Beauxbatons."
She paused.
"What else do you want to know?" she asked, tucking her hair behind her ear with a smile.
*Damian*
He rolled his eyes slightly.
"That sort of news does not travel well over the pond and when it does, there is no telling how much truth is actually in it," he said, memorizing the information, particularly the spell that defeated him. "When did he get the horcrux then? You cannot expect me to believe that He hid on inside of the Parliament building."
*Isabella*
"Our source tell us the one he was using was hidden inside Riddle Manor in Little Hangleton," she said, shivering slightly at the memory of that place.
*Damian*
Rubbing his hand over Isabella's arm absently, he frowned in thought.
"And what about the other two? The ones destroyed? Where were they? And where is this fourth one?" he asked curiously. "For that matter, where is Riddle hiding..."
*Isabella*
She sucked on her lower lip, trying to remember what she knew.
"One was an old diary of his that was destroyed five years ago... there was also a dagger that was used last year..." she said, running her hand over her hair.
"We don't know exactly where he's hiding," she said. "But it does not seem to be in this... universe..."
*Damian*
A dagger... It couldn't possibly be... No, it couldn't. No one could actually destroy the relic of an Heir. Which would make it a perfect Horcrux, but she listed it as one of the ones that had been destroyed. Nodding at the last bit of information, he twisted her hair around his fingers. If he had a way to travel between the universes, why hadn't that older Cho stayed with him for him... Shaking his head slightly, he sighed.
"And what are you actually planning to do when you find out the location of the fourth horcrux and actually get it?"
*Isabella*
"Attempt to destroy it. There are ways, I am told, sir," she said, stretching as she sat up and ran her fingers through her hair.
"I do not know exactly it is done.." she added.
*Damian*
He nodded in thought, smiling as he leered at Isabella's body.
"But the question is, are we destroying just the horcrux or the bit of soul along with it? Letting all of his bits of soul loose to wander back to him may make him more powerful than he already is."
*Isabella*
She frowned in thought.
"I'm not quite sure... I ... Forbes didn't say exactly how the previous ones were destroyed. I suppose the bits may go back to him, but he needs the horcruxes to come back. We have defeated him in the past.. surely it could be done again..." she said, shifting on the bed and pulling the sheet over her lap.
*Damian*
He quirked an eyebrow slightly at Isabella, wondering what stories and lies Forbes and Alessandra were telling the young girl. Sitting up slightly, he pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her as he brushed his lips against her shoulder.
"Of course he can be defeated again, so don't you worry your little head about it," he murmured deep in his throat, running his hand over Isabella's thigh.
*Isabella*
She tried not to react as he pulled her onto his lap. Okay, so he didn't like it when she covered herself up.
"Sir... is there anything else I can do for you?" she asked, tilting her head to the side to give him better access.
*Damian*
He quirked an eyebrow at Isabella.
"Are you in a hurry to go? Don't tell me that Alessandra has double booked you. That would have been very rude of her if she did."
*Isabella*
"No... of course not," she said with a smile.
"I'm yours as long as you want me," she managed to get the words out with a smile, trying not to think of Forbes or what he'd say when he found out she was gone.
*Damian*
He chuckled softly as he ran his fingers along the insides of her thigh.
"Oh... I have many, many plans for you," he purred deep in this throat.
*Isabella*
She swallowed hard even as she arched into his touch.
"Of course, sir..." she purred huskily. "I'm here for whatever you wish.."
*Damian*
Giving her a curious look as he pressed his lips against her neck, he slid his fingers between her legs for a moment before moving his hands to her hips and lifting her off his lap.
"I'll keep that in mind for later," he said as he slapped her ass. "For now, get dressed. I have a business meeting in a bit and you're not up to the dress code."
*Isabella*
She let out a soft moan at his touch and a whimper when it was gone. Jumping slightly when he slapped her ass, she scurried off the bed and found her wand, casting a quick cleansing charm on herself before pulling on her skirt.
"Is what I was wearing appropriate or do you need me to change it into something more conservative?" she asked curiously.
*Damian*
Getting out of bed, he cast a cleaning charm on himself before walking over to his closet. Pulling a suit out, he pulled on the pants and shirt before walking over to Isabella. Slipping a hand up her skirt and over her ass, he smirked as his other hand massaged her breast.
"That outfit should be fine. It'll give the boys more excitement than they've had in a long time," he murmured huskily.
*Isabella*
She arched into his touch, her silk camisole clutched in her hand.
"Of course, sir..." she nearly mewled. "Though it's a bit hard to get dressed like this..."
*Damian*
Slipping his hand farther down along her ass, he rubbed his fingertips between her legs as he gently pried her camisole out of her hands.
"Maybe I can help you if you can't handle it."
*Isabella*
She let go of the camisole.
"Help is always appreciated," she said silkily. "It's just that you tend to be distracting.. in a pleasant way..."
*Damian*
Slipping his fingers into her, he thrust them in and out slowly as he fiddled with the camisole to get it in an easy position to handle.
"Well, you are in store for much more of this distraction. It is not every day that I am given such a beautiful girl to have for as long as I need her," he purred seductively.
*Isabella*
She moaned, gripping his shoulder for balance as she felt her knees start to buckle.
"Sir..." she moaned out. "I'll do my best to meet your expectations.."
*Damian*
Chuckling huskily, he thrust his fingers deep into her, rubbing his fingertips against her walls to try and find her spot. He maneuvered her shirt over her head before moving his hand down to squeeze her breast, pinching the nipple.
"I must warn you that I have very high expectations."
*Isabella*
"Fuck... Damian..." she moaned out when he found her spot, pressing herself against his fingers, trying to find a rhythm.
"I like a challenge.."
*Damian*
Smirking, he chuckled huskily as he thrust his fingers in and out of Isabella, rubbing hard against her spot each time he thrust in.
"Oh, to be young again," he teased huskily before lowering his head to suck at her nipple.
*Isabella*
She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck, tangling them in his air as her toes started to curl.
"Damian... please..." she moaned. "Feels so good.. please.. don't stop.."
*Damian*
Smirking, he took the nipple in his teeth and pulled slightly before pulling back to look at her.
"Mmmm... but I have a business meeting to go to..." he purred as he slowed the motion of his fingers.
*Isabella*
She gasped, her mouth opening and closing as she whimpered slightly.
"Damian..." she moaned. "I.. I can wait..."
*Damian*
Keeping his fingers deep in her, he rubbed hard circles into her spot as he rubbed his thumb over her nipple.
"Are you sure?" he purred.
*Isabella*
She gasped, trying to grind against his hand.
"I... I... wouldn't mind.. if .. if you... kept .. going... but... don't... wantto... make.. you.. late.." she managed to get out in between moans.
"Damian... please..." she whimpered, not quite sure what she was begging for.
*Damian*
Smirking, he leaned down and pressed his lips against Isabella's, deepening the kiss quickly as he thrust his fingers a few more times before withdrawing them. Running his hands over her arms, he maneuvered them through the arms holes of the camisole before pulling it down over her very perky breasts. Rubbing his hands against her breasts through the silk, he pulled away from the kiss with a content murmur.
"We should be going."
*Isabella*
Taking Damian's fingers into her mouth, she quickly licked them clean before pulling back with a smile.
"Of course.." she said with a nod, forcing herself to come back to reality as she reached for her wand before smoothing down her skirt and shirt.
"Would you like me to do another cleaning charm on myself or should I just leave myself like this?" she asked as she quickly fixed her hair so it looked presentable and not like she had just been thoroughly fucked.
*Damian*
Tucking his shirt in, he went over and pull the jacket to the suit on, buttoning it up before going over to Isabella. Trailing his fingers along the back of her skirt, he smirked.
"Stay like this. There's no telling what 'distractions' may happen."
*Isabella*
She smiled as she wrapped an arm around his waist.
"As you wish," she said playfully, tucking her wand in her purse and clutching it.
"Any instructions during this business meeting?" she asked, running her hand lightly along his side.
*Damian*
Leading her out of the bedroom, he shook his head as he slipped his shoes on in the living room.
"Just look beautiful and interested."
He smirked.
"And do not try to flash too many people when you step out of the floo," he joked as he flipped up her skirt playfully.
*Isabella*
She chuckled as she bent down to strap on her high heeled sandals.
"I'll try not to," she teased with smile.
"Can I ask where we're going?"
*Damian*
Enjoying the view, he shrugged slightly.
"It's just a trip to the Department headquarters. I need to check up on how the R&D team is doing."
*Isabella*
She stood back up and smoothed her skirt down with a smile.
"I'm ready," she said after double checking her makeup in the mirror.
*Damian*
Leading her to the fireplace, he took a hand full of floo powder and threw it into the fireplace while clearly saying which section of the Department he wanted.
"After you, my lady," he said, gesturing towards the fire.
*Isabella*
She stepped in through the floo connection, holding her purse over the front of her skirt and figuring Damian was the only one who would see the back. Stepping out of the fireplace on the other side, the smoothed her skirt down and waited for Damien.
*Damian*
Coming out behind her, he enjoyed the view before coming up beside her and offering her his arm.
"It's a little bit of a walk. Hopefully you won't get too dizzy from the twists and turns in the hallways," he joked as he started leading her away from the floo system.
*Isabella*
She smiled as she took his arm.
"Trying to get me lost and confused so I can't remember?" she teased.
*Damian*
He laughed as he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer, his hand drifting down over her skirt every now and then.
"It was probably in the designer's plan so that the interns could get lost easily and feed the security creatures roaming the halls."
*Isabella*
Jumping a bit the first time his hand moved over her ass, she smiled and relaxed. Well, it was his right to do whatever he wanted.
"Well, seems like it worked fairly well," she teased, not bothering to try and remember all the turns they were taking.
*Damian*
Finally walking down a long corridor with many offices, he stopped outside of an elevator, pushing the down button to call it. Moving to stand behind Isabella, he wrapped an arm around her as he lifted her skirt up slightly with his other hand.
"Have you ever been to the Department of Magic before, Ms. Torres?" he asked softly as he moved his fingers between her legs.
*Isabella*
"No... sir.." she said, spreading her legs slightly to give him better access, still wet from earlier.
"This is my first trip to America, Damian..." she explained, trying to keep her voice even.
*Damian*
He smirked as he slipping his fingers into her, thrusting slowly.
"Mmmm... I may have to show you some of the sights then. There are plenty of things to see here in LA," he purred.
*Isabella*
She put her hand to her mouth, trying not to moan too loudly as her hips moved against Damian's hand.
"Damian..." she moaned.
*Damian*
He smirked as the elevator door opened, nodding in greeting at the few people who got out and hurried down the hallway. Directing her into the elevator, he swiped his wand across the pad before pushing a button very far down on the touch pad. Putting his wand away again, he glanced at his watch as he started to thrust his fingers again.
"It looks like we may be running a bit ahead of schedule..."
*Isabella*
She arched into his touch, having never been directed in quite that way before. Grateful for the elevator walls, she leaned against them before pulling Damian to her by his belt, grinding herself down on his fingers as she moaned.
"Does.. that mean... we have some time?" she asked, running her hand over his crotch.
*Damian*
Smirking, he hit the stop button on the elevator as he rubbed himself against Isabella's hand.
"We have plenty of time," he murmured seductively as he rubbed his fingers against her.
*Isabella*
She squirmed against his fingers, grinding against him as she hooked one leg around his hips.
"Damian..." she moaned, rubbing him through his pants before going for his belt and working to undo it.
*Damian*
Pulling his fingers out of isabella, he helped her with his pants. Picking her up, he pressed her against the wall before positioning himself and then thrusting into Isabella.
*Isabella*
She tangled her hands through his hair, wrapping her legs around his hips as she kissed him passionately.
"Oh fuck, Damian..." she moaned into the kiss, squeezing around him. "So good... so big..."
*Damian*
Moaning loudly, he thrust hard into Isabella, kissing her back passionately. Holding her thighs tightly, he pulled her down harder onto himself.
"Gods... So tight... Never would know your Aunt hands you out to whoever she fancies."
*Isabella*
She groaned, throwing her head back, not caring when it hit the wall of the elevator.
"Oh fuck.. harder, Forbes..." she moaned.
*Damian*
Slamming into her, he grunted as he moved his mouth down to her shoulder and sucked at it gently, moving his hand down her stomach to rub against her clit.
*Isabella*
She arched up, squeezing rhythmically around him.
"Fuck... Da... Damian," she moaned, thrusting hard against him. "So amazing... fuck me, Damian," she cried out loudly.
*Damian*
Thrusting hard into her, he sucked at the side of her neck as he ran his hand over her ass and thighs, his other fingering her clit.
"Gods yes... Just like that 'Bella..."
*Isabella*
Her hands clenched at his shoulders tightly, her eyes clenched tightly.
"Damian! So close... can I?" she moaned as she thrust against him.
*Damian*
Chuckling huskily, he nodded as he pinched her clit and thrust hard into her.
"Yes, you can. Don't let me stop you," he chuckled.
*Isabella*
"FUCK! DAMIAN!!!" she moaned out loudly as she clenched herself as tight as possible around him and thrust down, his muscles clenching.
*Damian*
Feeling her clench around his cock, he thrust hard into her, grunting loudly as he gripped Isabella thigh tightly and came.
*Isabella*
She moaned, panting heavily as she captured his lips in a passionate kiss.
"So amazing, Damian..." she purred contently.
*Damian*
Murmuring, he rubbed his hands over Isabella's thighs tenderly.
"Mmmm... that was very amazing."
*Isabella*
She ran her hands contently through his hair.
"Well, you haven't disappointed me yet," she purred, kissing him.
*Damian*
Pulling back from the kiss, he quirked an unimpressed eyebrow.
"You were expecting disappointment?"
*Isabella*
"No..." she said, running her thumb along his lip.
"It's just that well... there are few who truly meet my needs as well as you.." she said, squeezing her muscles around him again.
*Damian*
Sighing contently, he closed his eyes at the feel of Isabella squeezing around him.
"I'm glad then that you actually get to be with someone who can actually meet your needs," he murmured before sliding Isabella off of himself and putting her onto the floor.
*Isabella*
She sank to her knees, licking him clean as she ran her hands over his ass.
"Just hope I can take care of yours..." she purred.
*Damian*
Murmuring contently, he ran a hand through Isabella's hair.
"Oh, you meet my needs quite well. I may have to change my views on younger women after this..."
*Isabella*
She swirled her tongue expertly around him before pulling back slightly.
"Well, there is something to be said for rebound ability... I expect I can be ready whenever you need me..." she purred between licks.
*Damian*
He quirked an eyebrow at Isabella in regards to her comment.
"I'll have to test that theory later," he said before looking at his watch and stepping back. "For now, it seems that we need to get going."
Putting himself back into his pants, he zipped them up before hitting the start button of the elevator again.
*Isabella*
She licked her lips before standing up, fixing her skirt again before kissing Damian tenderly.
"I can't wait..." she teased, straightening his tie and suit jacket.
*Damian*
Running his hand over Isabella's shoulders, he chuckled softly. The elevator door opening, he stepped out, nodding at the guard.
"Ah, Mr. Harris. Come to check up on things?"
"Yes, yes, Nathan. This is my good friend, Isabella. She's coming in with me for the day."
"Oh, she's a pretty one. It's a pleasure to meet you, miss. Now, if you'll just give me your wand and purse, we'll just have the search to do."
*Isabella*
She smiled, holding her purse out.
"The wand's inside," she explained, hooking her arm through Damian's.
*Damian*
He watched with a bit interest as Nathan went through her bag, scanning her wand before putting both the bag and the wand in a locker. After Nathan gave the key to Isabella, he gestured for her to put her arms out before running a wand over her and patting her down. Damian smirked at Nathan's blush.
"Is everything in order?" he asked as Nathan straightened from bending over to scan her legs with the wand.
"She's good to go, sir. Do you want her to sign any of the waivers?"
Waving his hand dismissively, he shook his head.
"It's alright. She doesn't work for any of the competition."
*Isabella*
She pinned the key to her skirt before licking her lips and smiling at Damian.
"All this security..." she said with a smile. "Do you do this with all your guests?"
*Damian*
He laughed as he put an arm around her waist. Waving his wand in front of another panel, he pushed the door open and led her through.
"No, but then, we already did the full body cavity search," he purred teasingly into her ear as he leaned close.
*Isabella*
She stumbled, tripping over her feet momentarily before catching herself.
"Damian..." she hissed in a whisper, a faint blush creeping into her cheeks.
*Damian*
He laughed as he tightened his arm around her to keep her steady. Walking into the large warehouse-like room, he stared down from the upper platform at the low round stage in the middle of the room, a two red lines circling the edge, the secondary raised stage in the middle of that circle blocking the head and tail he knew were painted in red on the other side. Spotting their newest recruit, he approached the young. scruffy boy with Isabella in tow.
"Iltis. How are things progressing?"
He couldn't help but smirk when the boy looked up with wide-eyes, his eyes growing wider when he saw Isabella.
"Ah... welll... the. um... we have.. um.. we've finally sorted out the.. um.. the issues were were having with the equivalent exchange and objects..." he babbled, his eyes constantly be drawn to Isabella. "We.. um.. we still don't.. ah.. we don't know what the magic.. ah.. what it is we're actually.. um... travel across..."
*Isabella*
She raised an eyebrow, looking around curiously and smiling, thinking how jealous Forbes would be if he knew where she was.
"What is all this?" she asked curiously, her fingers stroking Damian's arm as she turned to the scruffy boy and smiled, licking her lips.
*Iltis*
Transfixed by the girl's lips and tongue, he stared at her for a long time before blinking rapidly to get his brain working again.
"Well, the.. the circle down there is a portal and we use the enchanted paint and the symbol of the ouro-"
*Damian*
"Iltis, that's enough. I'll explain everything when I take her down to the floor," he said sternly.
Sighing, he shook his head. Newbies. This was probably the closest he'd gotten to a girl since he graduated from Rivendell.
"Continuing analyzing the results of each of the tests runs. Look to see if there's any common variances between all the runs and how we can control it."
Wrapping his arm around Isabella's waist, he directed her towards the stairwell.
"I'm sorry about him. He stays in the lab a bit too much. The young ones are always over achievers," he said quietly to her.
*Isabella*
She chuckled as she made her way down the stairwell, keeping her body against Damian's.
"So, Damian darling, do I get to find out what all this is?" she asked sweetly.
*Damian*
He smiled as he led her across the floor when they got down from the stairwell.
"Of course. This is our main project at the moment," he said as he gestured around. "We're simply trying to figure out how this dimension stays separate from others. How things may be transferred between worlds and how to use this powerful magic to our advantage."
*Isabella*
She nodded.
"How two of the Colombe's got into this world..." she said, wishing Forbes was here because she knew she wouldn't be able to remember everything.
"It's impressive. The Ministry has nothing like this.."
*Damian*
He nodded.
"Yes. Though how there came to be two, we don't know. Last we knew, there was one Colombe here from a different world and the Colombe of this world was somewhere else."
He smirked slightly.
"The Ministry has it's Department of Mysteries, but they are more concerned with figuring out riddles and mysteries that are centuries old than progressing forward. They also don't understand the need to incorporate science into their thought process. The muggles have speculated the idea of other worlds for centuries, though it was usually the worlds of the gods. But in fiction, they have come across the idea of there being a world that exists beside our own many times, whether you can get there through a magic wardrobe, a tornado, a rabbit hole, or simply sailing beyond the bonds of your known world."
He smirked.
"As silly and annoying that they can be, some of those muggles are very bright."
*Isabella*
She nodded, hanging on his every word and taking in what Damian was saying.
"Well, yes. Some of them are quite surprising.." she said with a smile.
"Have you managed to bridge this gap?"
*Damian*
He grinned smugly.
"Yes, we have."
Looking down at her, he smirked.
"Would you like to see a demonstration?"
*Isabella*
"Are you sure that wouldn't be a breach of security or policy?" she asked, purring slightly as she smiled at him.
*Damian*
He smirked as he ran his hand along her back.
"Rule number one with R&D teams, they love showing you all their toys," he teased, pecking her on the cheek. "You wait right here and I'll see what I can do."
Patting her ass, he winked at her before walking over to a bearded man standing by one of the walls.
*Isabella*
She watched Damian curiously. Well, at least she'd be able to report more fully on this machine. Walking around the platform, she studied it casually.
*Damian*
After talking a long moment with the bearded man, he smirked at the manic gleam in the man's eyes. Walking back over to Isabella, he put his hand on the small of her back and guided her to the middle of the very center platform.
"You just stand here and we'll set everything up. We just need to work on putting up a few wards and shields up," he said before walking over to an Asian lady working at a table near the raised platform.
*Isabella*
She gave him a confused look as she stood on the center of the platform.
"Are you sure?" she called after Damian, studying him as he exchanged words with an Asian woman.
*Damian*
After giving the Asian woman a stern look to silence her argument, he looked up at Isabella and smiled reassuringly.
"You want to see this baby in action, right? I'm sure that Alessandra and Rufus will love to hear your accounts."
*Isabella*
"If it's alright with you, yes, I'd share the accounts..." she said with a confused look.
"Damian... what are you up to?" she asked teasingly, a little nervous.
*Damian*
He smirked as he nodded to the bearded man.
"Just setting up the demonstration," he said reassuringly before he saw the bearded man push a few buttons and the machine whirled to life.
*Isabella*
"If you're su-"
Before she could finish, she found herself somewhere else. She was outside, on the ground... on... concrete. Glancing around, she shivered. Damn, it was cold... and there was snow falling . Wrapping her arms around herself, she glanced around. It looked vaguely like a city, but it was purely ruins.
"What the hell- OW!" she screamed, as a migraine hit her and she clutched her head, hearing a voice in her head, calling her...
*Damian*
He held his breath a bit as Isabella disappeared and was replaced by a girl that looked nearly exactly like her. Damian frowned as he took in the confused girl's ears, nails, and fangs as she put a hand to her head, looking both scared and relieved and happy at the same time.
"Iltis," he called up to the platform. "Get me the scan report that Nathan did on Isabella. Now."
Turning to the Asian woman, he drew his wand.
"Change the configuration of the wards to match that of section B detainment cells. We can't have her teleporting out," he ordered before stepping away from the table and pointing at one of the interns.
"You. Go up to the detainment stores now. Get one of the restraints we configured after that breakout 3 years ago. Give it to Nathan, I'll be wanting to take it with me when I leave."
Walking towards the stage, he pointed at the bearded man.
"Bring her back. Now."
*Isabella*
Feeling herself drawn to something, she got up and started walking, not noticing that her ears and teeth had changed as she clutched her head, trying to get the voice out.
"Meu Deus..." she whimpered before her world disappeared again. Finding herself back on the platform, she curled up and whimpered.
"Ajuda-me...."she whimpered.
*Damian*
Seeing the other Isabella disappear with a look of shock and horror on her face, he gestured for the Asian woman to take down the wards as he rushed forward to check on the Isabella that had just reappeared. Scooping her up in her arms, he sucked in a breath and his body tensed as he took in her ears and teeth. That bitch...
"Sir! I have the repor-"
Standing up, Damian cradled Isabella to her chest as he shook his head.
"I won't need it, Iltis. Thank you."
Running a hand through Isabella's hair, he murmured softly.
"Shhh... It's alright, 'Bella. You're back here. What happened?"
*Isabella*
She whimpered as she leaned against the man. Hearing her name, she put her hands over her ears, making sure they were normal.
"I... I don't know.. " she whimpered. "Was somewhere else... and it hurt.. "
*Damian*
He murmured softly as he carried her away from the raised platform.
"How did it hurt? Were there any recognizable landmarks?" he asked curiously.
*Isabella*
She leaned against him, staying curled up.
"Just... head hurt... worse than a vision..." she babbled, wanting to go home. "Just ruins.. lots of ruins..."
*Damian*
He frowned slightly as he ran his hand through her hair, filing away the information about visions.
"Did you hit your head? Why was it hurting?"
*Isabella*
"I.. I don't know..." she murmured weakly.
"Please, Damian.. can we go home?" she asked.
*Damian*
He nodded, brushing his lips against her hair before looking at the R&D staff.
"Take note of that world's signature. Put urban rubble and variable that causes head pain as a description for now. Keep continuing as you were," he ordered before heading up the stairs. "We'll get you home soon, 'Bella."
*Isabella*
She nodded, snuggling against her, trying to bury her face in his shirt.
"Thank you.." she murmured. "I.. I think I can walk.."
*Damian*
He shook his head slightly.
"Once we get to the elevator," he said softly.
Passing Nathan, he nodded to have him put the object in his jacket pocket before shifting his arms so he could take Isabella's purse.
*Isabella*
She nodded, closing her eyes, wanting just to go home.
"Can I go to ladies' room? I feel I need to freshen up.." she said quietly.
*Damian*
Stepping into the elevator, he put her down and nodded as he swipped his wand over the panel and then hit the ground floor button.
"There's a ladies' room right in the hallway outside the elevator," he said softly as he rubbed her back soothingly. "Are you alright?"
*Isabella*
She nodded.
"I just need to freshen up.." she said shyly, licking her lips. . "Unless you prefer I wait till we get home."
*Damian*
His jaw clenching slightly, he brushed his lips against her hair.
"At home will be fine. The quicker we get you home, the better."
*Isabella*
She nodded, running her hands over his chest before planting a kiss on his cheek.
"I'm sorry I reacted like that.. I just wasn't prepared for that.."
*Damian*
Resting his hands on her hips, he smiled softly.
"Considering everything, I think that you reacted quite well."
*Isabella*
She smiled as she heard the elevator ding. Taking Damian's arm, she stroked it lightly with her fingers as they made their way out of the elevators.
"Anything I can do to make it up to you?"
*Damian*
Leaning down and pecking her on the cheek, he smirked.
"Let's just get you home first."
*Isabella*
She nodded as they reached the floo and she went through first. Heading towards the bathroom quickly, she heard Damian arrive.
"I'll just be a moment.. Need to freshen up.."
*Damian*
Quirking an eyebrow at Isabella, he nodded.
"Don't take too long. I may start to worry," he said, taking her purse and wand into the bedroom. "I'll be waiting for you."
*Isabella*
"I won't," she called to Damian as she splashed water on her face and fixed her hair. She was a whore. She had to do this and do this well. Make sure he enjoyed it. Taking a deep breath, she headed for the bedroom, smiling at Damian.
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long, " she said, running her hand over the silk of her shirt.
*Damian*
He smiled as he turned around from where he had taken off his jacket and shoes.
"Not at all. It gave me some time to prepare your gift."
*Isabella*
She raised an eyebrow.
"A gift? Damian.. you didn't need too.." she said with a smile.
"You're gift enough for me."
*Damian*
Smiling softly as he walked around behind her, he pulled her hair out of the way and over her shoulder.
"You flatter me, but a prize as beautiful as you deserves a gift to show off how special she is."
*Isabella*
She shivered, tilting her head to the side as she closed her eyes.
"I don't know what to say..." she said with a smile.
*Damian*
Taking what looked like a nice necklace out of his pocket, he fastened it around her neck before brushing his lips against her neck just above the necklace.
"Thank you would be a good start."
*Isabella*
She shifted slightly at the feel of the necklace, shaking off the odd feeling as a result of her earlier experience. Turning in his arms, she kissed him passionately.
"Thank you, Damian... thank you..." she murmured, running her over his chest and down over his crotch.
"Maybe I can repay you?"