AN: Glad that last chapter was well-received! It was actually the highest reviewed of the story so far. But don't worry, we won't be going overboard with that. The Patil twins will be in the background for a while and they're scheduled to get back together, stronger than ever, in chapter thirty eight. For now, however, we have a Nymphadora chapter. :)
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Chapter 34:
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As the end of the holidays drew near it began to snow less frequently. The ground was still covered in a soft white carpet but the sun would come out almost every day, heatless but very bright, causing all the snow on the roofs and eaves of the buildings to sparkle like a winter wonderland.
Many girls had returned early, to spend a couple days with friends before classes, and one day all of the instructors appeared as well to prepare for the new term. The headmistress, Andromeda Black, was standing at the window in her office, hands clasped behind her back like some kind of commander, watching the girls play in the snow. The office was as warm and humid as a greenhouse and there were butterflies fluttering in that vast atrium of flowers, perched in the buds or on the petals, some of them perched on her desk, one of them perched on the golden epaulettes that adorned the woman's shoulders. She was wearing a solid gold bra and a flowing gold loincloth and her high heels were also solid gold.
Outside, through the window, some of the girls had organized a small Quidditch game. It was too distant too see any of them but she did recognize one player who zipped through the air in a pink blur. Nymphadora, her daughter. She often fooled around with the girls as if she were one of the girls herself and Andromeda had to smile a little even if she didn't quite approve of such familiarity with students. It made disciplining them less effective and that's something she'd learnt from Nymphadora herself. Andromeda had always been quite doting on her daughter and that had always made it difficult to punish her for all her naughtiness growing up.
Tardiness was always one of Nymphadora's problems and now Andromeda looked at the large tallcase clock against the wall. Nymphadora had been supposed to come see her right away, as soon as she got here. Exhaling a small breath of disapproval, the headmistress shook her head and went to sit at her desk.
Nymphadora arrived about half an hour later, rising up into the office from the platform of the elevator. Her hair was pink, her favorite color, and she wore her usual pink tubetop and pink hotpants, complete with little pink boots and pink thighhigh socks. She also had a pink beanie on her head and she took it off as she came forward and shook the snow off it. She knew her mother wouldn't approve of her lateness and she immediately launched into a bright little lie.
"Boy, what a trip," she was saying. "I only arrived just now. There were all kinds of delays at the Port Key. But as requested, I came directly here to see you, mother."
Andromeda snort once and placed her quill in the inkpot. She had been filling out some important forms while she had been waiting. Now she sat back in her chair and surveyed her daughter, elbows on the armrest, fingers folded together. Nymphadora stood there before the desk, pink and straight-backed, like a bubblegum sergeant. She grew nervous under her mother's eyes, wondering if the lie was too obvious, and then smiled.
"So what did you want to see me about?"
Andromeda smile and decided to let it go. It had been a while since she had seen her daughter and she was happy just to see her. She rose from her chair and came around the desk in her spike gold heels, chest preened confidently, her breasts gigantic in the golden cups of her bra.
"Just wanted to make sure you're prepared for your classes this term," she said. "School begins anew on Monday."
Nymphadora nodded eagerly and with assurance. "Don't worry, mother, everything is under control. I have the whole curriculum all planned out. The girls are gonna love it."
Andromeda leaned a hip on the edge of the desk. "Tell me about this curriculum."
"Why?"
"I want to make sure your priority is educating these girls, as opposed to entertaining them."
Nymphadora sighed and gave her mother something of a teenaged eyeroll. It wasn't the first time her mother had questioned her teaching methods and urged a little more discipline. Andromeda smiled and placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder.
"You had a good start to the year, Nymphadora, but you have to remember that you're not one of the girls anymore," she said. "You're their teacher."
Nymphadora pouted. "I hate when you call me Nymphadora."
Andromeda smirked and unleaned from the desk and then she took her daughter's face in her hands and smiled at her affectionately. "Yes, but I love it," she said. "That's why I named you it. You were always quite the little nymph, weren't you? Sometimes I was convinced you'd misbehave on purpose because you liked to be spanked."
Nymphadora smirked as well and gave a little shrug of a bare shoulder. "Don't all girls liked to be spanked?"
Andromeda laughed warmly and then she released her daughter. "The ones sent to me for disciplinary action certainly seem to," she said, and then she gave her daughter a spank on her bottom, directly on the loveheart shaped pocket on her hotpants, and strode past her toward the elevator. "Come, let us take a stroll. We'll talk more of school at the faculty meeting, but for now, I want to know about your sex life."
Nymphadora blushed with a grin. "Mum."
"Oh, don't be awkward," Andromeda said, taking her daughter's hand as they stepped onto the circular platform of the elevator. "Tell me everything. Sometimes I fear you're such a freak that you'll never find someone to satisfy you the way I do."
Nymphadora hung her head and shook it, blushing, as the elevator began to lower.
The sun was still high in the sky and the snow glittered as they strolled through the courtyard, hand in hand. Their outfits were enchanted against the cold, similar to the winter robes the students wore, and there was no fresh snowfall that day. Several girls were out and about and many of them froze as the headmistress went by, their voices dropping to whispers, their eyes wide and full of awe. Andromeda smiled at them and nodded good morning, warmly but with an unmistakable aura of authority, and then the girls would nod back with nervous smiles as their eyes skittered over the headmistress's golden bra and golden loincloth, the spike gold heels, the long flowing mane of chestnut hair that cascaded the entire length of her back and stirred gently in the wind.
At length the mother and daughter sat down on one of the benches while Andromeda pried for details of Nymphadora's lovelife. Nymphadora admitted to a liaison or two with certain students, Lily Potter in particular, but mostly she was too busy these days for dating. It was a lot of work, getting used to being a teacher, and Andromeda nodded and told her to come to her if she ever needed any help.
While they were sitting there, Lily and Hermione went by. They were thrilled to see Tonks again after such a long time and Tonk sprung up to hug them and tell them how much she missed them. Lily and Hermione then started joking around with her, recalling odd pranks that Tonks had perpetrated on her own students, and Nymphadora laughed even as she glanced back at her mother nervously. Andromeda was still on the bench, smiling with her legs crossed, and she unfolded her legs and rose and reminded Nymphadora about the staff meeting later on before nodding to Lily and Hermione and leaving them there. Tonks swatted at Lily's shoulder, scolding her for talking like that in front of her mother and boss, and Hermione laughed and invited Tonks to come ice-skating with them on the lake.
The faculty meeting was held in a conference room on the top floor of the main building, a long rectangular room with a long table of polished oak and walnut in the center. The side that faced campus was entirely windowed and Andromeda was once again standing at the glass with her hands laced behind her back, watching the activity below while she waited for the other teachers to arrive. Nymphadora was now out there on the frozen lake, ice skating with a few other girls, and they seemed to be holding hands and singing like the cast of a musical. It was all silent beyond the glass but Andromeda had to smile and shake her head.
The first teacher to arrive was Esme Platt, the Magical Home Economics teacher who taught a branch of magic mostly related to taking care of a house, charms to do the dishes, charms to automate knitting needles. She was a bright looking woman, not young but not old, and she had caramel colored hair that she wore in a style similar to the women of the forties or fifties. She wore a plain floralprint housedress and after greeting the headmistress she immediately began busying herself with making coffee.
Narcissa was next to arrive, followed by a pair of Transfiguration teachers, and then by Nymphadora. Andromeda was pleased her daughter hadn't been late and she nodded to Nymphadora as Nymphadora took a seat and poured her coffee full of cream and sugar. The rest of the faculty arrived more or less at once, at the precise time of the meeting, and last of all was her sister Bellatrix, or Dominique Despertarse as she was known.
The woman made a grand entrance after every one else was already seated, striding into the conference room on her knifeblade heels. She didn't bother closing the door behind her, leaving someone else to do it, and her only greeting to anyone was a cold sweep of her dark eyes. She took a seat right at the end of the table, away from everyone else, and then she put her boots on the table and crossed them and lounged back in her chair with the black rags of her skirt draped over her fishnets. Several women stirred in disproval but the blackhaired woman ignored them and commenced to examine her polished black fingernails in boredom.
No one chastised her, not even Andromeda. She was used to it. Instead she rose from her chair and welcomed everyone for the new term before making a few general announcements. Esme was still serving coffee, accepting whispered thank yous, and she skipped Professor Despertarse and her way around the table. Nymphadora was gazing in admiration at her Aunt Bella and her rebellious attitude and when their eyes caught she gave the blackhaired woman a smile and a wave with a wriggle of her fingers. The blackhaired woman smirked at that and went back to studying her nails.
The headmistress sat down after she was finished and bought up some other topics for discussion. Esme was just sitting down as well and she shuffled her chair forward primly and talked about her curriculum for next term. Some of the other teachers did as well, including Nymphadora—who made a special effort to use her big girl voice—and then it was Narcissa's turn. She was seated at Andromeda's left, sitting with her shoulders set in her gown of white lace, and she spoke of combining some of her classes with Defence Against Dark Arts. At that several pairs of eyes swung toward Professor Despertarse and the blackhaired professor was forced to sigh and put her feet down in order to speak.
"Defence against dark creatures is as equally important as defence against dark mages," she said. "Therefore Professor Malfoy and I will be working in conjunction. She will supply the creatures, I will supply the defence."
Andromeda looked at her across the table. "Nothing too dangerous, I hope."
Narcissa opened her mouth to speak but Dominque cut her off.
"Of course not, ma'am," she said to the headmistress with a smirk. "I take very good care of my girls."
Sarcasm all but dripped from her words. Narcissa closed her mouth and frowned. She knew her sister would never allow harm to come to any of the students—not real harm, anyway—but she could at least try to sound a little less excited at the prospect.
Andromeda smirked slightly, trusting her sister's heart, and nodded. "I hope so," she said. "Does anyone have any special requirements for their classes?"
Professor Delacour raised her hand. She had been sitting with her long blonde hair in a high ponytail that spilled from the hairtie in a luscious gold cascade and she was wearing her pink sling bikini. The two women sitting next to her had been squirming in their chairs with wet panties and many other women hadn't been able to keep their eyes off that voluptuous Veela.
"Yes, Professor Delacour?" asked the headmistress.
Fleur smiled at her. "Actually, I was hoping I could count on you, headmistress, to guest lecture in my class on ze art of domination," she said. "I could do it myself, of course, but I think my girls deserve ze touch of a true mistress."
Andromeda smiled and accepted with an incline of her head. "It would be my pleasure, Professor Delacour."
Nymphadora grinned and raised her hand. "Can I guest lecture in Lesbomancy as well?"
Fleur was intrigued by the offer and she stroked her chin as she gazed at the eager pinkhaired woman there. "Actually, as a Metamorphmagus, perhaps zat could be very educational."
Nymphadora giggled and sat there with her hands in her lap. Her big girl demeanor had slipped a bit but her mother smiled at her before turning back to the rest of the faculty.
"Well, I think that concludes our business," she said. "Will there be anything else?"
No hands raised. Many of the women glanced at each other. Professor Despertarse had put her boots back on the table and she was polishing one of her rings on her skirts. The headmistress waited a moment and then she rose.
"Well, then," she said. "Good luck, ladies, and I wish you all the best for the new term."
The rest of the women rose as well, smiling and echoing the headmistress's sentiments, and began to file out. Esme flittered about with her wand, cleaning up all the cups and saucers, and then she too nodded to the headmistress and went out.
The only women who remained behind were the Black ladies, Narcissa, Nymphadora, and Bellatrix. Nymphadora had begun smiling as she noticed none of them leaving and when they were finally alone, just the four of them, she took a deep breath and grinned.
"Well," she said. "Now that everyone's gone I can finally say hello properly to…"
She hopped up onto the table and then crawled across it toward the blackhaired woman who sat at the other end. The woman lowered her boots as the girl approached and the girl grabbed her face and planted a huge kiss directly on her mouth, moaning loudly, pushing her tongue inside for just a moment. Narcissa and Andromeda shared a smile and Nymphadora broke the kiss and smiled at the blackhaired woman there.
"…my Aunty Bella," she said.
Professor Despertarse smirked at her. She didn't like the use of her real name so much anymore but she did like her niece. Nymphadora giggled, still clutching her face, and then started kissing her again, repeatedly, kiss, kiss, kiss. She was on her knees on the table and her butt was perfectly heartshaped in those pink hotpants.
"Very nice to see you too, Nymphadora," Dominique said between kisses.
Nymphadora stopped kissing her and narrowed her eyes. "I hate that name."
Dominique smirked. "I know."
Nymphadora growled and then she crawled back across the table toward her mother and sat up.
"Why does everyone want to irritate me all the time by using my horrible name?" she asked in general. "It's not fair."
Narcissa had rose from her chair as well and she smiled at her pink niece. "Because you're cute when you're angry."
Nymphadora grinned as if noticing that woman for the first time. "I never got to say properly to you either, did I Aunty Sissy?"
She then rose up a little, still kneeling on the table, and pressed her mouth to Narcissa's. Narcissa cupped her face and returned the kiss tenderly. Their mouths opened and their tongues came out. Nymphadora moaned and angled her face even more upwards into the kiss.
Dominique had risen from her chair and now she was coming around to the table to Andromeda's side. Now that she was alone with family the blackhaired woman seemed to have warmed up a little. There was even a smile on her lips, the corner of it tilted into a smirk.
Nymphadora moaned into her Aunty Sissy's mouth and then she broke the kiss abruptly and put her hands on her hips and glared at all three of those sisters.
"Although none of you have been acting much like family lately," she said. "It feels like an age since we've all been in the same room. Doesn't it, mother?"
Andromeda smiled at her. "It certainly does."
Nymphadora smiled but then quickly switched to a pout instead, playing up the cuteness, kneeling on the tabletop with big wide eyes like a kitten pleading to be fed.
"How come my aunties don't spoil their Nymphadora anymore. Is Nymphadora not cute anymore?"
Dominique smirked at her. "I thought you hate that name?"
Nymphadora had no answer, she just pouted more. Dominque chuckled once and then cupped Nymphadora's face.
"Well, speaking for myself, I've been a little busy with matters of the soul," she said. "But I'd be more than happy to spoil my precious niece a little bit right now."
Narcissa smiled as well and then reached to cup Nymphadora's other cheek. "As would I."
Nymphadora smiled at them both, blushing and beaming under her bright pink hair, and then she looked at her glorious mother in that brassier of gold.
"What about you, mother?" she asked. "Will you spoil me as well?"
Andromeda smirked at her and didn't reply. Nymphadora giggled and sat back on the tabletop and opened her legs and unbuttoned her hotpants slowly. The older women watched her like wicked aunts in a fable who had a taste for young nieces. The zipper of her hotpants slid down, revealing a glimpse of pink panties, and Andromeda smiled and took the waistband of those hotpants in her hands.
"Actually, I think it's you who spoil us, my daughter," she said.
Then she pulled the hotpants off and tossed them away while Nymphadora giggled and spread her legs anew.
By now the sun was beginning to set outside and the conference room was dim and romantic. Narcissa and Dominique were leaning over the table, toward their niece's mouth. Nymphadora smiled and exchanged kisses with them, first with one aunt, then the other, moaning as her mother dipped her own mouth to the front of her panties. Andromeda kissed her there, pressing her lips to the soft pink cotton, and then she peeled them away and began licking at her daughter's netherlips.
Nymphadora was completely stretched out on the table, spine arched and the muscles in her midriff rippling in the dimness. The hands of her two aunts were roaming all over her and now those hands were squeezing in her breasts out of her tubetop. The two mounds popped out, soft and large with big pink nipples, and Nymphadora moaned some more as Narcissa and Dominque each took one of those nipples in their mouths and started suckling at them. Andromeda was licking at her vagina and pushing her tongue inside, causing her daughter to lift her legs in ecstasy. Nymphadora's fluffy pink boots were in the air, peddling helplessly like a baby, and finally she orgasmed with her mother's mouth sucking at her clit and the mouths of her aunts sucking at her nipples.
It was dark by now. The conference room had traditional electricity and Andromeda turned the lights on while Nymphadora laughed and lay there on the table, panting, legs sprawled. Dominque and Narcissa were pulling off her boots and peeling those long pink socks off her legs. Andromeda cast a Vagina Renevana charm at her daughter's exhausted little slit and then Nymphadora sat up, smiling, topless, and pressed her mouth to her mother's.
Nymphadora's hands were stroking the bare expanse of her mother's back until they came to the bracatch which she unlatched while moaning into the kiss. The large golden brassier came loose and Andromeda broke the kiss with a smile to slip the brassier from her shoulders. The breasts that came free were gigantic and gorgeous and they rolled about heavily as Nymphadora took them into her hands and squeezed them and massaged them together.
Narcissa and Dominique had been undressing, Narcissa pulling off her long white gown, Dominque shedding the black rags she wore. Neither wore a bra and after they lowered their panties they were wearing nothing at all but high heels and stockings, Narcissa in white, Dominque in black fishnets. Nymphadora was still playing with her mother's breasts, grinning and squeezing at those enormous mounds with her small hands, and now Narcissa and Dominique came to their sister's sides and added their own hands, smiling at her, stroking those globes. Andromeda smiled back and kissed them, her baby sister Sissy first, then her elder sister Bella, and then she turned back to her beautiful daughter and cupped her face and pressed their mouths together. Their tongues emerged and mingled and they moaned and pulled at each other's faces like lovers who hadn't been together in a long time.
Narcissa and Dominique hadn't been together in a while either and their eyes caught while the mother and daughter were making out. They smiled and then they came together as well, moving away a small distance from the conference table, Dominique in charge as she clenched a hand in Narcissa's beautiful blonde hair and forced her tongue into her mouth. Narcissa moaned and allowed her precious elder sister to do anything she wanted and Dominque took advantage by gripping one hand into her buttocks and digging her black fingernails into that soft warm flesh.
They were over by the coffeemaker and they bumped into it. There was a rattle of cups and saucers, loud enough to cause them to break the kiss and check if anything broke, and then Narcissa noticed a small pitcher of cream there. Smiling she took up the pitcher and dripped a delicate amount of cream onto one of her large womanly breasts. Dominque smiled at that and then bent her head and licked up all the cream. The fat pink nipple there was covered in cream like a strawberry and Dominique licked at it clean and nibbled with her teeth until Narcissa gasped and poured a little more on her other breasts. Dominque swooped at the nipple, sucking up all the cream, and once that second mound was clean she sank down to her knees and hooked one of her sister's legs over her shoulder and began devouring her wet vagina.
Nymphadora was also on her knees by now, there at her mother's feet, and she smiled up at her and stroked her legs. Andromeda stood there in a posture of womanly authority, smirking, hip tilted, and she wore nothing but gold high heels. Nymphadora gave a lick to her vagina, just a small one, just to tease, and then she licked again and again until she was moaning and lapping at the growing moisture there. Her hands were clutching at her mother's hips and her mother was clutching at the pink hair on her head and finally Andromeda orgasmed with a low groan of ecstasy.
Dominque and Narcissa were wandering back over, swaggering in their high heels, and together with their sister they began to discuss in haughty voices what to do with their troublesome niece. Nymphadora remained there on her knees, smiling up at those gloriously naked women submissively, and they started petting her pink hair and proposing various ideas to her. Nymphadora said she would do anything, playing up the helplessness, encouraging them into the roles of abusive aunts—which she found more hot than anything—and while they continued to discuss the matter she began to go down on them, first Narcissa then Dominique, before turning back to her mother. The three women laughed as Nymphadora munched at her mother obediently and they began to tease her and handle her a little roughly. They stood in a ring around her, three tall powerful women in high heels and they grabbed at her hair and forced her face into their vaginas and even slapped her a couple times. Nymphadora loved it, smiling into each slap, and soon she was hauled to her feet and bent over the table.
All three women owned strapons and now they summoned them with flicks of their wands. Dominique's was black, Narcissa's was white, and Andromeda's was solid shiny gold. Nymphadora was bend over the table, her hindquarters presented to the strapons behind her like a mare in heat, and her vagina was dripping with wetness. The insides of her thighs were slathered and her aunts teased her and called her nasty names as they spanked her and made her beg for penetration. Nymphadora begged, shaking her ass desperately, and finally her mother took her hips and shoved her strapon into the tight wet hole of her daughter's vagina.
Nymphadora whimpered and clenched her fists and began to beat them on the tabletop, her body twitching and gasping from the keen thrusts of her mother. Andromeda spanked her and told her to take it like a good little girl and Nymphadora moaned and moaned and finally orgasmed with that huge gold strapon buried inside her.
After that it was Dominque's turn. Nymphadora remained bent over the table, naked, and the vagina there was stretched from the initial penetration. The strapon went in with little resistance and she pushed it in as deep as it would go. Nymphadora moaned pleasurably, a smile spread over her dazed and blushing face, and soon she was orgasming again with her legs trembling and her teeth biting down on her bottom lip.
Next was Narcissa. Nymphadora was quite spent by now but she managed to straighten her legs and preen her backside for her aunt to take her hips and slide the strapon into the gaping hole of her vagina. At first she could barely feel the thrust and soon the friction began to build. Nymphadora moaned, her flushed cheek pressed against the polished tabletop for the coolness, and finally she orgasmed with a low groan of mindlessness.
After that her legs finally gave way and she slumped to the floor. Her mother and her aunts stood with their hands on their hips, naked, huge tits, strapons rigidly poking upwards, and asked themselves if Nymphadora had enough. Nymphadora herself offered no answer, only smiling up at them dazedly, and Andromeda smirked at her and said she could take one more. She then grabbed her daughter by the hair and hauled her up limply and threw her over the table again.
Nymphadora was half passed out by now and she only stood there, bent over the table, legs splayed weakly, panting. A hand spanked at her buttock. Her vagina was wide open. Narcissa cooed to her teasingly as she took her hips and then Nymphadora felt the strapon slid inside her. She moaned.
Dominque was watching with a smirk and then she moved behind Narcissa, her precious baby sister Sissy, and took her hips. Narcissa smirked and bent a little bit, offering her vagina, and then Dominque pushed her strapon inside. Narcissa moaned and squeezed down on it. Andromeda watched all this with a smirk of her own and then moved behind Dominique and took her hips. Dominque felt a tiny flicker of submission, rare for her, and then bent over Narcissa to allow Andromeda access to her vagina. That huge golden strapon pierced her entrance and slid inside and Dominique moaned and squirmed her pale backside.
All four Black women were now connected, one into the other. Nymphadora, exhausted, panting, was bent over the table and all three sisters were behind her, Narcissa penetrating Nymphadora, Dominique penetrating Narcissa, and Andromeda penetrating Dominique. All four were moaning and hands were gripping hips and vaginas were clenching down and the powerful thrusts of Andromeda shoved Dominique forward into Narcissa and Narcissa into Nymphadora so that every thrust of Andromeda went through her entire family, her sisters and her daughter, all of them plugged into each other and connected in lust and love. The three sisters were in high heels, Dominque also in fishnets and Narcissa in white stockings, and their long powerful legs were buckling and trembling as they thrust into each other and moaned and panted and finally orgasmed with a synchronized groan of ecstasy as Nymphadora as well climaxed so hard that her hair changed color into a blaze of orange and red and purple before settling back into pink as she passed out.
For a long time they remained bent over each other and panting, covered in sweat, their bodies ebbing. Nymphadora was loose and limp and she would've slumped directly into the floor if they hadn't hefted her up and laid her on the table. They were still panting and catching their breath, smiling at each other, leaning on the table with their wet strapons pointing upwards.
It was dark outside and it had begun to snow again. Narcissa went over to the coffeemachine and made three cups, adding in some cream and sugar, and then bought the mugs over to her sisters and gave them one each. They thanked her and sipped. Nymphadora remained passed out on the table, sprawled there completely naked, and Dominique smiled at that exhausted young woman and shook her head. Andromeda noticed that smile and sipped her coffee.
"It's nice to see you smiling, Bellatrix," she said casually.
Dominique looked her. She was still smiling but the corner of it did tilt upward into a smirk. "Yes, well," she said. "I think, for the first time, I'm beginning to realize how much I have to smile about. My sisters. My niece. My wife and daughter."
"You've had them all along but you rarely smiled about it," Andromeda observed.
Dominique snorted once and gave a shrug of a bare shoulder. "What can I say? I'm a changed woman. Or changing, at any rate. Potter and Granger have been a tremendous help, howevermuch I loathe to admit it."
Narcissa smiled brightly and touched her elder sister's back. "Not a day has gone by that I haven't been grateful to have you with us, Bella."
Dominque smiled at her. At her baby sister. Sissy. "I feel the same way," she said. "But my name is Dominque. Dominique is your sister now."
Narcissa smirked at that. "May I call you Dommie?"
Dominque smiled and didn't answer. Instead she leaned and placed a kiss on Narcissa's lips. Narcissa turned into it slightly and then placed her coffeecup on the table so that she could return it properly, wrapping her arms around her sister's neck, pressing their naked breasts together.
Andromeda smiled at them and sipped her coffee.
"I think, perhaps, you two ought to take this to bed," she said.
Narcissa broke the kiss, still with her arms around Dominique, and smiled at Andromeda. "Will you come with us, Andromeda?"
Andromeda laughed and shook her head. "No, no, no," she said. "I want some time alone with my daughter."
Dominque smiled at her. "As you wish."
Then she turned back to Narcissa and pressed her mouth to Narcissa's lips before Apparating away with a loud crack of energy.
Andromeda finished her coffee and took the cups away and then came back and looked at her daughter. Nymphadora. Laying there on the table, sprawled, naked, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Pink haired. Eyes closed. She really was so aptly named. A gorgeous little nymph.
Andromeda put a hand on one of her ankles and dragged the girl toward her. Nymphadora made a small murmur and her eyes fluttered open as Andromeda scooped her into her arms like a small pinkhaired bride.
"Mum?" she asked in a sleepy voice.
"Shh," her mother whispered. "Let's get you to bed."
Nymphadora gave a nod and cuddled her head into the crook of her mother's neck and Andromeda smiled and Apparated away with her naked daughter in her arms.
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AN: Blackcest!
This was mostly a small transitional chapter, filling time till the next term. There were a couple little developments in the staff meeting, but mostly it was about the Blackcest. I wanted the lemon to be loving, but also with a little hint of depravity. After all, they're Blacks. ;)
This was the first time we got to see Andromeda in action, but she didn't get to shine fully just yet. Maybe when she guest lectures in Lesbomancy she can let loose with the domination. Nymphadora got plenty of time to shine, though. She has a bit of a kinky side. ;)
I also have a side note, bit of a good news/bad news situation. Good news is that I started a manuscript for an actual novel about a month ago. Bad news is that it's becoming very taxing to divide my time and concentration between that and this. So far I've been updating this fic every three days, and I'm pretty proud of that update speed, but now I'm gonna have to dial it back to once a week, starting on Friday. That'll give me more time to concentrate on my manuscript. It's always been my dream to be a published novelist, and I know so many of you guys support me, so I hope you'll understand. :)
Okay, hope you liked it. New chapter soon. :)