HP Fanfic Femmeslash story or "How this f***ing SpeedPr0nz bunny would not leave me alone!"
Title: Happy Birthday, Margaret
Author: Lolafalola
Pairing: ... well, that would be cheating... Margaret and "another female"
Rating: NC-17
ADW (if relevant): 20/18
Length: ~1450
Summary: Margaret wanted to put this behind her, but sometimes things aren't what we want, but what we need.
Warnings: Femmeslash (my first attempt, so be gentle), exhibitionism, and fisting.
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling and her minions own everything related to Harry Potter and his magical world. I make no money from this paltry piece of Potterotica.
Author's Note: About 8 hours after this latest round of speedpr0nz was over, this picture that the wonderful raven_tiger provided, provoked this plot bunny in my head. And it Would. Not. Go. Away! So, trying to be just, I followed the Speedpr0nz rules and am submitting the following to those who want to read it. Yes, I realize it's over (*sob*) but the bunny wanted what the bunny wanted.
(Oh, and I played a little fast and lose with one of the character's names. Mea culpa.)
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October 30, 1969
“How did you get into this party? I told you that I didn’t want to see you any more. It’s over! Why can’t you just leave me alone?” the birthday girl whispered.
It was her twentieth birthday party; her newlywed husband had thrown her a surprise party at his parents’ house. She was having a great time until she saw her ex-lover slither in watching her in the shadows. If anyone had seen her, then nobody said anything. Their affair had been discreet - hidden.
Things like that… that abomination were scandalous! If it were found that she, a good girl had done something like that, then she’d be divorced and disowned by her family faster than you could say Lesbian. That word alone still made her blush whenever she thought of it.
“I couldn’t help myself. You know that I’m a creature of pleasure. I do what I want when it feels right. NO! I do what I want when it feels good and you, Margaret, are something that definitely feels good.” The brunette said as she pushed the redhead against the wall outside the house. The cool October night was causing the scared girl’s nipples to harden. At least, she hoped it was the temperature and not the proximity of the other girl so close to her.
She didn’t want to think about the way her lower body was reacting or how she was getting wet ‘down there’. She never got wet like this with her husband. She couldn’t help it, though, whenever she was around her.
“Just one more time, Margaret, for old times sake,” the brunette said as her warm breath, smelling of Firewhiskey, washed over Margaret’s face. They were so close together and yet, Margaret turned away from looking into those black, soulless eyes.
“But… but I’m married. I can’t any more. I made a vow to be devoted to him. He wants to start a family soon and I … I need to be a good wife. Please, - “
“Marriage. Are you kidding me? Are you going to use that excuse again? We’ve fucked since then. Remember how we met at the Leakey Cauldron the week after you were married? You came so hard I thought you’d passed out. You are such a slut for me, Margaret! You never could say no, could you?” the brunette asked, as she got closer to her. Their breasts were beginning to rub against each other now through the thin, silk blouses. When their nipples brushed against each other, the brunette hissed and pushed her groin in to the other. Margaret’s thighs parted as the other girl forced her legs to open.
“And you are such a bitch, aren’t you?” Margaret asked. She wanted to push her one-time lover away, but worried that any touch between them would cause her to lose control again. She was a slut for her.
Ignoring her taunting the brunette continued.
“Besides, do you think I really care if you’re married? I’m married now and you don’t see me trying to be faithful. That was a marriage for my family, not for me. What I want is you, my lovely.”
And then the brunette moved in the following few inches and began planting kisses against her lover’s ear, face, and neck. She easily became intoxicated on the taste of that wonderful rosy flesh. Margaret blushed so beautifully whenever her lips and tongue tasted her.
Her hands were immediately over those lovely breasts, clawing at the blouse, pulling it apart, buttons flying everywhere in the dark, still night. Hands were reaching into the bra cup, squeezing those soft mounds of flesh. Fingers were working their way to the nipples, savagely pulling them.
“Oh God, yessss … I’ve wanted this … wanted you for so long... I can’t - can’t say no to you. I - I think of you. Ohhh… put your mouth on my nipples, suck them… so good… I think of you when I’m - when I’m with him… love your mouth… love your fingers…so, good…”
But she couldn’t finish the words. Her mind was losing the morality battle that her body was waging against it. She had thought of the brunette when she had lain with her husband. She felt wrong about that afterwards, every time, but still she did it.
Margaret raked her fingers through that jet-black hair, as that wonderful mouth made it’s way further and further down her body. Those thin, nimble fingers yanked her skirt and panties down, tearing the fabrics to get them off.
“Oh, Margaret, my slut. Look at you, like a candy red apple, all red and horny. You’re flowing like the Thames. Do you get this wet for him? Hmmm?”
She was wet beyond belief.
At any moment, someone could come out looking for her. Hell, her husband could be looking for her right now, but she didn’t care. Her clothes were ruined, scattered around where she stood. They would need a series of charms to look halfway decent again, but she didn’t care. She needed this so bad. She was such a bad girl. What would her family think?
The brunette was down on her knees now, between Margaret’s thighs. Her hands were inside those pale, strong thighs, stroking back and forth. She looked up right then, waiting for Margaret to make eye contact with her. At that moment, when they stared into each other’s soul’s, she looked as beatific as an angel in prayer.
“No… never him, only you…” she panted as she was guided to lift one leg and place it over the other’s shoulder.
“Yesss, that’s what I thought. You are such a slut, Margaret. Aren’t you?”
The brunette said as she used two fingers to rub around the redhead’s clit. It was hard and beginning to poke out. She’d gently stroke it, petting it, like the favorite pet that it was. Every down stroke elicited a moan from above. Pushing Margaret to lose her inhibitions, causing this little saint to stumble and fall was one of the highlights in her otherwise dull day. She’d make her scream out into the darkness of the night.
They might get caught or might not; it was part of the thrilling danger of it all.
“I may be a slut, but you are a bitch, aren’t you?” Margaret panted. She raked her nails against that scalp, wanting the other’s talented tongue where only her fingers were. She loved this feeling, yet hated herself for it.
“Say my name, slut. You know you’re going to be screaming it in a minute anyway.”
“Please…”
“No! I won’t lick you, until you do.”
“Please, Bella, I need it.”
“Yes you do, my slut.” Bellatrix said as she looked up, watching Margaret watching her. She stuck her tongue out obscenely and with the very tip of it, flicked against Margaret’s clit as she shoved three fingers into her. She set a quick and hard pace, mercilessly thrusting in and out.
“Oh god, fuck me, Bella! Lick me… oh, more… more tongue. It feels so good, so soft and hard….” Margaret was panting. She finally brought her hands up to her own breasts, squeezing them. She twisted her nipples and pulled them painfully out until the sensation proved too much, then releasing them again and doing it all over again.
Bella savagely lapped at her clit, then alternating by circling around it, before she brought it into her mouth and sucked on it. She flicked her tongue against it, when it was in her mouth.
The redhead was crying out in long, wailing moans. She sounded like a banshee and Bella knew no one would come out now. No one wanted to taken on a banshee on this festive night.
Bella pulled her fingers close together, tucking her thumb inside her palm as she forced her whole hand up the lovely Margaret. The contrast between the cool, arid night air and the warm, sleek wetness of her vaginal walls sent chills down Bellatrix’s spine. This kind of control was more intoxicating than the liquor she had earlier.
She grudgingly pulled her face away from the treat she had been feasting on. She wanted to watch Margaret come, the look on her face was virtuous and without shame.
“So close, Bella, please… I’m going to come…”
“Then come for me, Slut! I want to watch you come undone. You and I both know that I’m the only one who will ever make you feel this way.”
“Don’t call me ‘slut’. … yesss… more… faster... you know what I want to be called. Please, Bella, please say it.”
“Yes, my love. Come for me. Come for me, Molly.”
Author: Lolafalola
Pairing: ... well, that would be cheating... Margaret and "another female"
Rating: NC-17
ADW (if relevant): 20/18
Length: ~1450
Summary: Margaret wanted to put this behind her, but sometimes things aren't what we want, but what we need.
Warnings: Femmeslash (my first attempt, so be gentle), exhibitionism, and fisting.
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling and her minions own everything related to Harry Potter and his magical world. I make no money from this paltry piece of Potterotica.
Author's Note: About 8 hours after this latest round of speedpr0nz was over, this picture that the wonderful raven_tiger provided, provoked this plot bunny in my head. And it Would. Not. Go. Away! So, trying to be just, I followed the Speedpr0nz rules and am submitting the following to those who want to read it. Yes, I realize it's over (*sob*) but the bunny wanted what the bunny wanted.
(Oh, and I played a little fast and lose with one of the character's names. Mea culpa.)
picture
October 30, 1969
“How did you get into this party? I told you that I didn’t want to see you any more. It’s over! Why can’t you just leave me alone?” the birthday girl whispered.
It was her twentieth birthday party; her newlywed husband had thrown her a surprise party at his parents’ house. She was having a great time until she saw her ex-lover slither in watching her in the shadows. If anyone had seen her, then nobody said anything. Their affair had been discreet - hidden.
Things like that… that abomination were scandalous! If it were found that she, a good girl had done something like that, then she’d be divorced and disowned by her family faster than you could say Lesbian. That word alone still made her blush whenever she thought of it.
“I couldn’t help myself. You know that I’m a creature of pleasure. I do what I want when it feels right. NO! I do what I want when it feels good and you, Margaret, are something that definitely feels good.” The brunette said as she pushed the redhead against the wall outside the house. The cool October night was causing the scared girl’s nipples to harden. At least, she hoped it was the temperature and not the proximity of the other girl so close to her.
She didn’t want to think about the way her lower body was reacting or how she was getting wet ‘down there’. She never got wet like this with her husband. She couldn’t help it, though, whenever she was around her.
“Just one more time, Margaret, for old times sake,” the brunette said as her warm breath, smelling of Firewhiskey, washed over Margaret’s face. They were so close together and yet, Margaret turned away from looking into those black, soulless eyes.
“But… but I’m married. I can’t any more. I made a vow to be devoted to him. He wants to start a family soon and I … I need to be a good wife. Please, - “
“Marriage. Are you kidding me? Are you going to use that excuse again? We’ve fucked since then. Remember how we met at the Leakey Cauldron the week after you were married? You came so hard I thought you’d passed out. You are such a slut for me, Margaret! You never could say no, could you?” the brunette asked, as she got closer to her. Their breasts were beginning to rub against each other now through the thin, silk blouses. When their nipples brushed against each other, the brunette hissed and pushed her groin in to the other. Margaret’s thighs parted as the other girl forced her legs to open.
“And you are such a bitch, aren’t you?” Margaret asked. She wanted to push her one-time lover away, but worried that any touch between them would cause her to lose control again. She was a slut for her.
Ignoring her taunting the brunette continued.
“Besides, do you think I really care if you’re married? I’m married now and you don’t see me trying to be faithful. That was a marriage for my family, not for me. What I want is you, my lovely.”
And then the brunette moved in the following few inches and began planting kisses against her lover’s ear, face, and neck. She easily became intoxicated on the taste of that wonderful rosy flesh. Margaret blushed so beautifully whenever her lips and tongue tasted her.
Her hands were immediately over those lovely breasts, clawing at the blouse, pulling it apart, buttons flying everywhere in the dark, still night. Hands were reaching into the bra cup, squeezing those soft mounds of flesh. Fingers were working their way to the nipples, savagely pulling them.
“Oh God, yessss … I’ve wanted this … wanted you for so long... I can’t - can’t say no to you. I - I think of you. Ohhh… put your mouth on my nipples, suck them… so good… I think of you when I’m - when I’m with him… love your mouth… love your fingers…so, good…”
But she couldn’t finish the words. Her mind was losing the morality battle that her body was waging against it. She had thought of the brunette when she had lain with her husband. She felt wrong about that afterwards, every time, but still she did it.
Margaret raked her fingers through that jet-black hair, as that wonderful mouth made it’s way further and further down her body. Those thin, nimble fingers yanked her skirt and panties down, tearing the fabrics to get them off.
“Oh, Margaret, my slut. Look at you, like a candy red apple, all red and horny. You’re flowing like the Thames. Do you get this wet for him? Hmmm?”
She was wet beyond belief.
At any moment, someone could come out looking for her. Hell, her husband could be looking for her right now, but she didn’t care. Her clothes were ruined, scattered around where she stood. They would need a series of charms to look halfway decent again, but she didn’t care. She needed this so bad. She was such a bad girl. What would her family think?
The brunette was down on her knees now, between Margaret’s thighs. Her hands were inside those pale, strong thighs, stroking back and forth. She looked up right then, waiting for Margaret to make eye contact with her. At that moment, when they stared into each other’s soul’s, she looked as beatific as an angel in prayer.
“No… never him, only you…” she panted as she was guided to lift one leg and place it over the other’s shoulder.
“Yesss, that’s what I thought. You are such a slut, Margaret. Aren’t you?”
The brunette said as she used two fingers to rub around the redhead’s clit. It was hard and beginning to poke out. She’d gently stroke it, petting it, like the favorite pet that it was. Every down stroke elicited a moan from above. Pushing Margaret to lose her inhibitions, causing this little saint to stumble and fall was one of the highlights in her otherwise dull day. She’d make her scream out into the darkness of the night.
They might get caught or might not; it was part of the thrilling danger of it all.
“I may be a slut, but you are a bitch, aren’t you?” Margaret panted. She raked her nails against that scalp, wanting the other’s talented tongue where only her fingers were. She loved this feeling, yet hated herself for it.
“Say my name, slut. You know you’re going to be screaming it in a minute anyway.”
“Please…”
“No! I won’t lick you, until you do.”
“Please, Bella, I need it.”
“Yes you do, my slut.” Bellatrix said as she looked up, watching Margaret watching her. She stuck her tongue out obscenely and with the very tip of it, flicked against Margaret’s clit as she shoved three fingers into her. She set a quick and hard pace, mercilessly thrusting in and out.
“Oh god, fuck me, Bella! Lick me… oh, more… more tongue. It feels so good, so soft and hard….” Margaret was panting. She finally brought her hands up to her own breasts, squeezing them. She twisted her nipples and pulled them painfully out until the sensation proved too much, then releasing them again and doing it all over again.
Bella savagely lapped at her clit, then alternating by circling around it, before she brought it into her mouth and sucked on it. She flicked her tongue against it, when it was in her mouth.
The redhead was crying out in long, wailing moans. She sounded like a banshee and Bella knew no one would come out now. No one wanted to taken on a banshee on this festive night.
Bella pulled her fingers close together, tucking her thumb inside her palm as she forced her whole hand up the lovely Margaret. The contrast between the cool, arid night air and the warm, sleek wetness of her vaginal walls sent chills down Bellatrix’s spine. This kind of control was more intoxicating than the liquor she had earlier.
She grudgingly pulled her face away from the treat she had been feasting on. She wanted to watch Margaret come, the look on her face was virtuous and without shame.
“So close, Bella, please… I’m going to come…”
“Then come for me, Slut! I want to watch you come undone. You and I both know that I’m the only one who will ever make you feel this way.”
“Don’t call me ‘slut’. … yesss… more… faster... you know what I want to be called. Please, Bella, please say it.”
“Yes, my love. Come for me. Come for me, Molly.”