Disclosure Hp belongs to Jkr. The storyline, new character development, new events, and new characters are my intellectual property. Gloriou
By the way, the Arthur in this story is not the one in the Hp movies. I have described him quite different, taking into account their magic core etc.
Warning: this chapter contains scenes of a mature nature. Skip it if you think you might find it offensive.- I am going to publish it all. I have made several changes from the original version. I would like to know if you like it. I can certainly spend less time on it if you all don't.
The Party Continues
Adrian and Hermione overheard Bill and smiled. "Margot, did your cousin tell you I was bitten by a werewolf?" He asked Hermione's cousin. Bill sounded concerned and anxious to hear her response.
"Yes, but call me Margie, I like it better. Did Hermione tell you my husband was also bitten by a werewolf? Yes, by Fenrir, the same one who injured you, and he was a wolf at the time; and did she tell you that my daughter has lupine blood, because," she lowered her voice, "Winslow bit me, and I suffer from your same symptoms." Margie answered in a hushed tone, also sounding concerned.
Adrian didn't know, and Hermione winked. "Super naughty girl, you planned this, didn't you?" He chuckled.
"You don't say so; do you have a boyfriend back at New Orleans?" Bill asked with great interest. No wonder Lobo was so frisky. He couldn't remember being this happy for a long time now, and she smelled, hmm, like a delicious wolf. Full moon would be soon enough, for the first time ever, he couldn't wait.
It was truly a love celebration. Except for a few dark sparks, resulting from Adrian's earlier angry sex magic. It have been floating around, and had finally set on a suitable target; one that was already unhappy and bound to ruin the day.
Everyone had either gone to sleep or had gone out. Bill, cousin Margot, Gabrielle, Harry, Daphne, Charlie, Marcus and Aricel had gone dancing after putting all the children to bed. Angelina was pregnant and had overdone it, so George called it a night, and they went to bed. Fleur drank too much, thus Ron had to stay behind, but not without a grumble. He was upset and a nasty plan was underway. He had seen his father tonight, how did he dare? Why had Hermione let Harry get away with so much.
Adrian disappeared to the top drawing room by their suite. Hermione followed and closed behind. The children rooms were in the same wing, and were connected with speakers to hear into them. Susi sat outside the doors waiting for the parents, and Pea sat with the ones near the west wing.
Susi was knitting a baby's throw, probably for Angelina. Pea was making yellow and green baby clothes, and giggled when asked who they were for.
Arthur and Jean sat and drank tea. She had invited him to sit with her.
An assertive woman.
The self-assertive 80's independent female was very shy this evening.
Jean hadn't dated since Jacques had died, except for a few formal affairs, some at the Malfoys, and she had accepted a couple of invitations. At Narcissa's insistence she had gone out with Lucius' second cousin from his maternal side; a beautiful wizard, who made Lucius seem laid back. He did try, and they have gone out several times. Arthur was more her type, he read, loved all that was non-Magic, and was a gentleman of times gone- pak by.
Tonight he looked hot, to quote her daughter. All her friends who had seen him wanted a go, but not as much as she did. His leg touched hers, and she pushed the Kneazle to the floor. In a daring move she moved her leg on top of his, and laid her head on his chest.
Trembling, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. He could hear his own heartbeat; bugger, he was not good at this and wished to be debonair. He was consumed with desire, his throbbing cock was hard as a rock. He kissed the top of head ever so softly. But what he wanted were her lips. Dam, she smelled so perfect. Although, he decided to go for it, he wished he could dim the lights, Jean must have guessed, since she picked up the remot-us, or the something like that. Pushing one button, she made the room darker and changed the music to soft jazz. How he loved the Muggle answers to magic.
She lifted her face towards him. And he took the cue, turned her chin towards him and first kissed her forehead. With small feathery kisses worked his way to her mouth, while his free hand caressed her face and her neck. His other hand burned to touch her soft breasts, she was not as big as Molly, but Merlin she looked hot.
She was a beautiful, elegant woman, and this made him humble. He had many times admired the petite, curvy woman, her delicate features, and her beautiful hands. Tonight, her hair shimmered in the darkened room; her porcelain skin glowed with health. He was afraid to do something wrong, to mishandle her, and maybe hurt her with his very large, rough and clumsy hands. The moment he touched her lips, he let out a giant groan, his hand went to his waistcoat, pulled his wand to cast a silencing charm, and closed the door to the drawing room.
Both of them were starved for physical contact, for affection. His hands inched down towards her breasts, and his breath hitched twice when he reached the top soft mound. His hand was searching for a way under her shirt, she guided his hand. "Is it okay? Am I going too fast?" He stopped for a second.
Jean decided it was best not to answer, why kill the mood? And at touching her bare skin, he cried with need. He lowered his head, wanting to taste the beauties in front of him. Her nipples felt hard under his fingers. He wanted one in his mouth. He kissed her mouth, while he caressed her and murmured, "Jean, do you want me? I cannot breathe without you." Gods, one kiss and yours truly was trying to get into her knickers, Mr. Debonair. Arthur admonished himself
She whispered, "Yes," making his day, making his year.
He wasn't really sure how, but within a short interval their clothes were off. They were standing, but Jean was so much shorter that he really had to hunker down; he checked the sofa, while it was large, it was probably too small to hold them both. He wanted to lie down with her, now.
There was a rather large, faux-fur throw by the fireplace, and he pulled her hand towards it. She took the time to look at him. He was a beautiful man. He was nude, no underpants, probable a wizard thing. She still wore the sexy knickers, and a very sexy bra, she was glad for that. Her husband had been fit, but nothing like Arthur. She looked at the size of his erection, all wet, and knew he had the biggest, ahem, she had ever seen. She had three boyfriends before, not a lot to compare. His desire for her was apparent, and looking at him her insides turned into liquid heat. She wasn't going to lie to herself, Jacques, and she had a healthy and great sex life, and she missed physical love.
He fell on his knees and made her stand up, first he wanted to taste her; he had not tasted a witch, a woman, a female for too long. His favorite treat, oh gods, he wondered how she must taste. First he took off her bra, and admired the fabric, so stretchy and silky, wonderful. Gods she was beautiful, the nipples not too large, just right. He first kissed her nipples one at a time, while his large warm hands learned her body.
He suckled them and wanted to keep on doing it, but the desire to be inside her made him continue his exploration. He wanted to have the whole tour. He then pulled her red knickers down. Merlin, he had never seen something like this, so sexy, super stretchy, and soft. Hmm, they were so tiny. He reached for his trousers and pocketed them. It was a souvenir, something to remember this night, the best in a long, long time.
She saw him doing it and smiled, another wizarding thing; or maybe he was a very sexual creature, she hoped. Jean was trembling and moaning, wanting to scream, "Arthur, let me," she wanted to do the same to him. She loved oral sex, Jacques did as well. She could never get tired of Jacques going down on her; and she knew it was his favorite. The naughty things they did at the surgery, with patients just outside, playing patient and dentist. No, no Jacques in here, he was already in her heart, as it should be.
"Nnn," he mumbled, his hand at her nether lips. He looked as he opened them up, and noticed she was half-bare, it must be a Muggle thing, fuck, and it was so sexy. She was beautiful everywhere. And her scent and taste, she had some kind of perfume of freesias and vanilla mixed with her natural taste; he was drunk just tasting her. With one finger he felt inside her channel, and recoiled at her warmth, and her contracting muscles. "You taste too good, oh Jean, oh love," his tongue touched her dark pink clit once more, and was getting to really taste, when she started shaking and had a shuddering orgasm.
Arthur pushed the finger deeper in warm, moist cave; it was so tight, gods. It had been too long, the muscles contracting made Arthur lose all control. She tasted so good; he was heady with need. His hands massaged her wonderful bum, and went up to touch her aroused nipples.
"Arthur, I want to touch you and kiss you, please." She was nearly crying out in frustration, his heavy and hot erection was nearly within her reach. He pushed her down and opened her thighs with his hands. "Later, love later; I need to feel you around me." His hoarse, broken voice asked. He sounded foreign to himself. "Please help me," he groaned. His breathing was hitched, he could barely talk, she was too tight, and he realized she was really a small person, "Help me, love."
Jean could not even open her eyes, so consumed with desire she was. When she finally was able to look at him, her eyes clouded with lust, her lips rich and full, Arthur could swear he had never seen such a beautiful woman. It was Hermione, but at full potential, a mature woman, the woman he had been lusting after for many months. She stretched her hand to touch him; she had never seen a man like him, so powerful, strangely so, but that was the case.
When her finger touched his wet tip, he bit his lips, and his neck arched backwards, she saw the cock twitching, his mouth half opened, and she cried in passion, "Now, please now, come inside." And,"Protection, do you have protection?"
"I protect you— ah, yes, pregnancy and disease," he pulled his wand and casted a spell upon her womb. Well knowing that if Jean was fertile, Weasley seed seemed to overcome any spell or potion during fertile days. It be a waste of time, and if she wasn't fertile there wasn't a need, nevertheless he did as she wanted.
Jean's hazy mind recalled Hermione telling her about casting charms for contraception and STD's prevention, she was covered," Arthur, now, would you please?" He wanted the same; he stayed on his knees, he wanted to see this. He placed his hands under her thighs and wrapped them around his waist, for now, and nudged his way in with his hand while she guided him.
He had always wanted to try this, with the witch, woman, wrapped around him. Damn, she was tight for someone with a child, for anyone really. So tight, he was not going to last. Her slick, enveloping walls were contracting, creating so much pressure, with a bit of pain. He hoped not to hurt her, so he went slowly, each short thrust brought him farther in. He was finally all the way in and made noises that sounded foreign to him. Holding her thighs, his eyes fluttered, trying to stay open, not wanting to miss anything. She was so pretty especially there. "Jean, love, don't move, I want to last," he wasn't sure if she understood him, his speech was garbled.
Her hips were matching his movements. He looked in pain, she thought, and in her mind she said, oh Arthur, you look so great, dear God have mercy. She was right, he was large, and such a delicious stretch. She was going to hurt later, but oh well. Her hips had a life of their own, she could not stay still, and Arthur was looking at her body, at her face, and at his cock conquering her.
Seeing a part of him, going in and out of her, covered with her juices, made him swell more than he could ever remember; Molly would have not gone for this, she was a very traditional witch, but this wasn't about Molly. And Bella, she was always too fast, minutes, afraid to get caught. This was what he had waited for. She was touching him, her hands actually touching his bollocks, fuck, what was she doing? He wondered as her fingers reached farther back.
He could not remember feeling like this in so long. He wanted, more, deeper, nudge a little more in, damn, she was tight, faster. He let her legs down, bent to bring her closer to him, and his mouth caught hers. One of his hands went to her clitoris, and just to touch their sexes together. Her hand met his right at their sexes, and threaded her fingers with his.
He could feel his balls tightening, he wanted to hold on, "Love, do you want me, do you like this. Tell me, I want to hear your voice. Tell me how you feel, does it feel good, tell me." He pleaded with her, needing validation, not sure why.
"Yes, oh yes, you, it is good, you feel the best ever, oh Arthur," she couldn't say much more, orgasms had never been easy for her, and she was feeling another coming, no longer. They picked up speed and then slowed down.
He wanted to have her riding him, he had seen this in his sons' magazines, to see her face…later, her walls started contracting, the stab on his back coming down towards his groin, his world exploded, and to his horror, he screamed. "Jean, Jean, my love. I love you." His voice full of love and passion, it wasn't the sex talking, he had loved her even before Molly was gone, forgive me Molly, please do. Jean is going to run away as fast as she can, oh dear me.