~Blossom Manor~
~February 14th, 2020~
It was a beautifully sunny, yet cold winter day over the thin strip of land that made up the lovely Cape Cod coast as the Blossom's prepared to have some guests over for a sort of casual get-together.
While Scraps cooked, baked and grilled the perfect mid-day meal for the family, Paulina was with her daughter, primping and beautifying her to her heart's content.
Alyona's room was massive. Pink and gold brocade wallpaper lined the walls as a large elegant chandelier hung from the middle of the towering vaulted ceiling.
Her bed had been dressed with the finest pink silk sheets, gold embroidered pillow cases and fluffy, down-feather blankets.
Large pink velvet curtains with golden tassels beautifully framed the colossal window along the east wall that looked out into the frozen garden below.
The room was the very definition of excessive, to say the absolute least.
Paulina stood in front of an ornate vanity with a gilded mirror as she gently passed an oval paddle brush through her daughter's long tresses.
"So pretty," Misses Blossom commented as she looked at her daughter's image through the mirror.
A knock on the open door followed by the sound of heavy footsteps caused both mother and daughter to avert their eyes in said direction.
"And how are my two favorite girls doing this morning?" Nicholas asked, "I must say—this seems like a lot of preparation for a simple luncheon."
Paulina chortled out a laugh. Her nimble fingers gently tousled through her daughter's hair as she perfumed it with a sweet smelling spray. The potent scent of Bulgarian roses quickly engulfed the surrounding area in a cloud of floral fragrance.
"She must look her best at all times," Paulina answered excitedly," After all, a courtship might be established today."
Nicholas rolled his deep brown eyes and gave a half smile. "The Black's will be joining us as friends, Sweetheart. I highly doubt they will be showing up with such intent."
Alyona turned to her father with a sarcastic smile, "Is that to suggest that I'm not suitable for courtship?"
Nicholas cleared his throat to clarify himself.
"What I mean to say is that I'm not ready to hand my little girl over to another man just yet. And when I do decide that it's time, no stone will be left unturned to make sure that he is of good and respectable breeding."
"You wouldn't consider the Black's son to be of good breeding?" Alyona questioned, "He and I got along quite well during our time at Illvermorny. He's very respectful and chivalrous.
Nicholas looked displeased with his daughter's willingness to question his judgement.
"The girl's dorms still have wards in place to prevent boys from sneaking in I hope."
His daughter giggled, "Yes, but the boy's dorms didn't. Feel free to do with that information what you will."
Alyona's light and delicate voice was soft like fine silk, and helped to make her sarcastic humor go down a bit easier.
Nicholas looked down his nose at her. He clearly was not impressed by his daughter's joke.
"Try to keep your vulgarity to a minimum around our guests this afternoon, and me for that matter. I don't much appreciate your implication that the Black's ravenous son has already deflowered you."
Alyona sighed, "He has a name, you know."
Paulina could have cut the tension in the air with a knife.
"I'm well aware," said Nicholas in a less than enthusiastic manner.
Paulina chuckled at her husbands expense. She withdrew a golden headband from one of the vanity drawers and slid it on top of her daughter's head.
Alyona's thick and lustrous, long blonde hair was styled in the same blowout as her mother's own beautiful raven locks: Smooth and glossy with tasteful volume and bounce. The two Blossom girls had hair worthy of being featured on the cover of a Witch Weekly Magazine.
"All done," Paulina said with a smile. "Go on and see if Scraps is done preparing the food. Your father and I will be right down."
The Blossom's daughter stood from her vanity stool. Her trim waist emphasized the fullness of her dress's skirt portion. Layers upon layers of black petticoats peaked out from the knee-length hem of her scarlet dress. The sound of her high heels echoed down the lavish hallway and faded out as she made her way to the kitchen.
Nicholas turned to his wife with a certain look. Paulina knew that look.
"No. No more." Paulina was firm as she cracked a smile at her husband's silent request.
Nicholas chuckled, "But I haven't even said anything."
Using her daughter's decorative mirror to check up on her own appearance, Paulina sighed.
"You told me that your brother's three sons were enough to carry out the Blossom name, remember?"
Nicholas nodded, "Yes, I did say that. I just feel like I'll miss having a little one running around the manor. Won't you?"
Paulina pursed her lips together in the mirror, pleased with her looks. "I suppose. But, I also don't feel like popping out another blonde child and going through all of that unnecessary scrutiny all over again."
Nicholas frowned deeply, "Surly you've forgiven me by now, my love? You know how terrible I felt after treating you so horridly. I've provided you and our daughter with every luxury and indulgence this world has to offer. I can only do so much before I run out of things to give."
Seeing his genuine sadness, Paulina stepped away from the vanity and strolled over to her husband. She lovingly put her arms around his shoulders and smiled earnestly
"You've more than made up for yourself; That I promise you. I sometimes don't realize how harsh my sarcasm can be."
Nicholas grinned slightly as she continued.
"You've done your part beautifully with making sure Alyona has everything she could ever need or want. But now it's time to let another man provide her with all of the luxuries and Indulgences of this world."
The thought alone shook Nicholas to his core.
~ooOOOoo~
Alyona entered the kitchen to see her favorite house-elf. Scraps was just finishing sorting the various finger sandwiches and cakes onto separate trays, ready to be brought out to the dressed table.
"How's it going in here?" She asked with a smile.
"Ah, miss Blossom. Scraps was just finishing up in the kitchen. Food is ready now, Miss."
The girl looked around the kitchen at the extensive counter tops, sinks, and stove tops. Despite having prepared a meal akin to a thanksgiving feast, the kitchen was left spotless.
I'll never know how you manage to do so much around the kitchen and yet maintain it as if no one has ever even stepped foot in here."
The elf smiled, "Scraps is an elf, Miss. It is easy to keep any space clean."
Alyona couldn't help but notice the slight frown the Scraps was trying to hide as he organized the meal courses onto their respective trays.
"Are you alright?"
The little elf nodded delicately. "I am, Miss."
The Blossom girl didn't buy this for one second. "Please tell me what's wrong. Are you feeling alright? Are you sick or tired?"
The elf shook his head. "Scraps knows that the Black family will be visiting with the Blossoms today. Scraps knows how much Miss likes their son."
Scraps' voice was shaky, as if he was trying not to cry.
"Oh, did my mother tell you about that?" Alyona asked with a chuckle.
Paulina knew much more about her daughter's involvement with the Black's son than Nicholas did, and for good reason.
"No, Miss. Scraps has seen the letters."
Alyona was a bit taken aback by this news. "You have?"
"Forgive the intrusion, Miss. But, Scraps had read them while tidying up your room at times. The letters were sort of left out in plain sight."
"Oh," Alyona chuckled, "You must know a lot in that case."
The elf nodded. "Scraps even took the liberty of hiding the notes behind your dresser drawer. Scraps assumed that Miss wouldn't want Master to see them."
"Oh, wow," she gasped at his thoughtfulness. "And all this time just assumed that they were charmed to disintegrate after a certain amount of time. You really did that for me?"
The elf had finally finished lining the reflective golden serving trays with the food. "Of course. Scraps knows that Miss will most likely end up marrying the Black's son and going on to live with him. Scraps will be very sad to see Miss leave."
Alyona choked back her tears and stooped down to embrace Scraps. She even stood up with the tiny elf in her arms and twirled around a bit, causing Scraps to giggle with delight.
"I think it's best not to be upset about something that hasn't happened quite yet," said Alyona as she hugged him, "But for what it's worth, I'll miss you very much, as well."
She set Scraps back down onto the kitchen floor with a smile. She wiped away one of her tears as he too showed off his emotionally watery eyes.
"Do you think you could do something for me?"
Scraps nodded pleasantly, "Yes, Miss. Anything—"
~ooOOOoo~
On her way out of the kitchen, the Blossom girl was startled by the loud and deep sound of the front doorbell.
Excitedly, she dashed through the hallway and down the grand staircases toward the front door as fast as her tall stilettos would allow.
She met with her parents near the door, who presumably had just made it there themselves.
As Paulina went to open the front door, Nicholas frowned as he caught glimpse of his is daughter's discreet actions. Alyona withdrew her dark rosewood wand and pressed the tip to her full and plush lips, turning them from their normal pink hue to a vibrant ruby red.
Just before Paulina was able to reach the door, Scraps apparated in front of her.
"Please, Mistress. Allow me," said Scraps as he waddled to the door.
Paulina smiled, "You're always so good to us, Scraps."
The massive French doors opened inwards to reveal an affluent looking family of three, all dressed in solid black, sumptuous garments.
"Welcome, welcome. Please, come in." Mister Blossom greeted, "It's great to see you, Marius."
"You as well, Nicholas," the tall blonde man said in a regal tone.
The two men quickly began to catch-up as the man's wife let out an excited cry at the sight of misses Blossom.
"Paulina! Oh, it's been so long!" The dark-haired woman said as she ran up for a hug.
"My goodness, Camilla. You haven't changed a bit since I last saw you. You look wonderful."
"Nicholas, are you parents attending our meal, as well." the Camilla asked delightfully.
"Unfortunately not," he responded, "They've been off vacationing around the world for the past two years or so. Only checking in on us for maybe a couple weeks out of the year. They're currently in Greece."
Misses Black looked around the foyer, mesmerized at the wonderfully rich hue of the doors and railings, as well as the deep scarlet draperies with golden tassels that framed the large windows.
"Wow. I'm so used to everything I own being in some form of black that I've forgotten what it's like to step into a home with some color."
Marius turned to his wife with a slightly concerned look. "I do hope you aren't insinuating that you don't enjoy our home's furnishings do to their lack of vibrancy."
Camilla waved her husband off. "Oh, calm down, Dear. Of course I love our home just the way it is. If anything, you grumble about things much more than I do, and I never call you out on it."
Camilla's voice was high pitched and shrill. Thankfully, her kind and humorous personality more than made up for that.
"See what I deal with?" Camilla said as she made sure her tight and polished updo was still pristinely in place.
Marius rolled his green eyes and chuckled, turning back to Nicholas.
"So, I've heard through the grapevine that you've made some extraordinary renovations to the property, recently."
Nicholas nodded, "Indeed. Paulina insisted on encompassing a large portion of the garden within a glass conservatory. Poor thing can't go a winter without her precious plants."
Paulina gave his shoulder a gentle slap with her fingertips.
"Are you mocking me? She punctuated her question with a chuckle.
"Not at all," said Nicholas, "I had a massive greenhouse built for you, didn't I? Clearly I care about your desires, no matter how unnecessary they might seem."
Paulina ignored her husband's comment and continued on with giving the Black couple a quick tour around the foyer area as she led them toward the back patio door.
While this was underway, the Black's son was taking in the sights that he was most interested in. The Blossom's daughter.
The tall man approached the stunning witch as she flashed a beautiful pearly white smile up at him.
"Orion Black~" Alyona purred as she delicately held out her well manicured hand towards him.
The Black's son was handsome, undeniably so.
The elegant and defined angles of his face combined with his pale blue eyes and short, perfectly coiffed white-blond hair had left Alyona forever entranced by his looks.
Miss Blossom," he softly said as he brought her dainty hand up to his lips. "It's a pleasure to see you again."
Orion's deep baritone was smooth and so intoxicatingly masculine. It nearly made Alyona's body tremble every time he spoke.
The Blossom girl also didn't miss the way his glance temporarily traveled down to the alluring amount of cleavage that she purposefully had on display.
"It hasn't been quite so long since I've seen you last. There's no need to be so formal."
Orion smiled, "On the contrary, I do believe it is best for a man to treat a lady with dignified manners, no matter how familiar she might be with him."
A loud throat clearing abruptly interrupted their happy moment. The two looked over to see Nicholas glaring darkly at the Black's son.
"Mister Blossom, I must thank you for inviting my parents and I to your exquisite home," said Orion as he stuck out his strong hand for Nicholas to shake.
Nicholas had an arrogant look that suggested that he did not approve of something.
"Of course. Your family and ours have long shared a friendship. You and your parents are always welcome here."
Nicholas' tone was rigid and somewhat unwelcoming. A far cry from the genuinely joyous tone he had used only moments prior to address Orion's parents.
Paulina stuck her head through the back patio doorway and called out to her husband.
"Hey, Hun? Scraps has finished setting up the table for us in the conservatory. Marius and Camilla are rather hungry, as well."
Nicholas turned back toward the Black's son, who was standing to much close to Alyona for his liking.
"This way, you two."
Nicholas gestured for them to walk in front of him. An obvious move to ensure nothing illicit took place behind his back.
Before leaving the house through the back door, Scraps apparated next to Alyona. The little elf presented her with her favorite red winter cloak.
"Thank you, Scraps," she said as she threw the cloak over her shoulders and pulled the large hood over her head.
Leaving through the back patio doors, the family and their guests casually made their way through the frozen garden. Icicles hung from bare branches and large stone statues as flakes of fresh snow coated the ground.
Camilla and Paulina continued to make small talk as they led the way down winding the path towards the gargantuan conservatory.
The building was made from various shapes of cut glass that were all assembled together to create a large dome shaped structure. From the outside, the group could already see the gorgeous colors of the fully bloomed plants that resided within.
The entrance to the conservatory consisted of two massive glass doors with beautiful stone statues on either side. The intricate statues were that of Flora, the goddess of flowering plants.
The group entered the greenhouse to be met with a comforting warmth and a lovely combination of smells. Every scent from lilac, tuberose, gardenia and much more filled the air with a pleasant aroma.
"The table setup is right over here," said Paulina as she gestured down the path.
The group stared in wonder as they came across the beautiful dining table and chairs located within the heart of the conservatory. The golden plates, bowls and silverware were laid out pristinely as the plattered food filled the center portion of the table.
Scraps had really outdone himself this time.
"Oh, mother. I simply must show Orion those magnificent Dionaea muscipula you've had planted recently."
Paulina nodded as she sat down, "Of course, dear. You know how to get to them, don't you? They're around the other side of the conservatory."
Alyona smiled as she took hold of Orion's strong arm. "Come on, this way."
Nicholas turned to his wife with a fierce scowl.
"You're just going to let them wander off, alone?!"
Paulina seemed unbothered by her husbands outrage while the Black's tried to withhold their laughter.
"Did you see the way he was looking at her?! Who knows what you've just sent them off to be able to do!" Nicholas added in a huff of anger.
Camilla reached across the table to grab one of the small sandwiches as an enchanted tea kettle poured a serving into her cup.
"Is he always this paranoid," she asked with a laugh.
Misses Blossom nodded, I'm afraid so."
Nicholas pouted as he stood up and narrowed his dark eyes. Unfortunately his impressive height was no match for the thick layers of tall trees and shrubbery that surrounded the dining set-up.
Paulina rolled her eyes and yanked on his jacket sleeve.
"Would you sit down already? They are both adults. They can be alone together if they so please."
Nicholas couldn't bare to her this come from his wife's mouth.
"She'll be an adult when I allow her to be!" He declared.
Marius interjected with a statement that caused Nicholas' jaw to drop.
"So, about this whole courtship agreement."
Paulina smiled smugly up at her husband, reminding him of his quick dismissal of that idea from earlier that day.
"You knew…you knew that's why they were coming here," Mister Blossom said in disbelief.
Marius laughed deeply as he requested a refill of his tea from the levitating kettle.
"Oh come on, Nicholas. Clearly they're very fond of each other. I can't even begin to tell you how many other witches Orion has turned down over the years. He even turned down the Gauthier's and the Carlyle's lovely daughters. Poor things, they were so upset, both their parents as well."
"It's true," said Camilla after finishing a bite of her sandwich. "The way Orion's face would light up whenever Alyona was brought up in conversation should have been enough to make us understand. While meeting with the Gauthiers a while back, their shrew of a daughter came barging into her family's drawing room in tears, screeching about how Orion wouldn't stop talking about his fond memories with Alyona. It was only then when Marius and I realized it: 'Oh my god, of course—the Blossom girl, that's who he really wants.'"
Marius chimed back in, "Poor boy was just trying to humor us in our mission to find him a match. But we were missing the mark the whole time. I mean, Orion only talks about your daughter day and night for crying out loud. I don't know how Camilla and I could have missed the signs."
Paulina chortled out a laugh.
"Nicholas refuses to even consider looking for possible suitors for our daughter. He's not ready to see her grow up yet. It's probably why Alyona never spoke up either. She's somewhat of a 'Daddy's girl'. Never wanting to disappoint her father."
Misses Blossom's tone was sarcastic.
"Are you mocking me?" Nicholas asked annoyedly.
"Not at all," Paulina chuckled as she gently took hold of her husbands hands in a soothing manner.
Marius decided to add a bit of comforting information to the conversation.
"Just in case you were weary about her marrying into the Black family, I can assure you that we have hardly any ties left from our families English and French past. Those people were out of their minds when it came to that blood-purity nonsense. To me, if you're magical—then you're magical, that's all there is to it. Our European ancestors are probably rolling in their graves at what the Black family has become, I hope they are anyway. The American branch of our family is twice as wealthy and three times as respected in the wizarding community than our European side could have ever have hoped to be. If you ask me, dear old Centaurus being banished from the family all those centuries ago was the best thing that ever happened to us."
Paulina smiled at Marius' reassuring words.
"It's nice to see that he created a better image for your family once he came over to America."
Marius continued. "Something that I find absolutely hilarious, I heard a rumor that back in—oh, maybe the fifties or so, the Black family over in England birthed a daughter with blonde hair and blue eyes. My my, it was quite the scandal from what I was told. Serves them right for caring about their family's appearance so damn much."
Paulina held back a laugh as she discreetly looked at her husband, who was sinking into himself with internal guilt.
"That does sound like quite the scandal," Paulina responded, "I wonder how she's doing nowadays."
Marius cackled at her curiosity. "Oh, she's probably dead now, if I'm being honest. That whole side of the family was so inbred and interwoven that hardly any of them lived past the age of seventy. Thankfully, once Centaurus came over to this country, the American Black bloodline was gradually cleansed of those incestrous impurities—just in case you were worried about that, as well."
Paulina looked longingly at her husband.
"Don't you want our daughter to be with a man like Orion. He's intelligent, well mannered, strong, protective—everything that you are," she said.
Nicholas remained quite. His silence spoke louder than anything he could have said in that moment.
"Back when she was only four-years-old, who was it that ran to help her when she stepped on that seashell at the beach and cut her foot open?
"I was," Nicholas insisted, "I nearly apparated the thirty feet to her from how worried I was."
Paulina clarified, "But, who was there with her when you finally made it over to her?"
Nicholas said nothing. But he knew.
Paulina nodded, "And who was it that nearly got expelled from Illvermorny for threatening the cruciatus curse towards that mean student that kept picking on Alyona?"
Still, nothing. But he knew.
It was clear what point Paulina was trying to make.
"You're worried about her safety and happiness, right?" She asked her husband, "Their son will make her happy in every way imaginable, and he'll keep her perfectly safe and sound, and I think you already know that."
Mister Blossom sighed. His wife was right. He looked at mister and misses Black, hopefully glints in their eyes. They wanted this for the son as well.
"Well…I suppose we should find them and let them know they have our support then."
Paulina grinned immensely. "I'm so proud of you, Darling."
Marius' wife let out a cheerful squeal.
"Ooo, I can hear the wedding bells already!" She chirped.
The Blacks raised their teacups toward the Blossoms. The four of them shared a toast to new beginnings as their children were off pursuing their own 'endeavors'.
~ooOOOoo~
"Here, I brought something that I wanted to show you," said Orion as he reached into his pocket.
While he searched for his surprise, A blue butterfly flew past their faces and perched itself onto a wide leaf, only for it to be savagely crushed and eaten by the plant that turned out to be a large Venus Flytrap.
Orion pulled from his pocket a rectangular device. It was black with metallic edges.
"What is it?" Asked Alyona.
Orion pressed something along the side of the device, illuminating it's screen.
The witch marveled at the piece of technology in his hands.
"It's called a smartphone," Orion stated. He removed one of his black leather gloves and began swiping and pressing things on the screen, further enthusing the Blossom's daughter.
Alyona tilted her head subtly as her pretty blue eyes tried to comprehend what he was showing her. She had always known Orion to be fascinated with the No-Maj community and their inventions. Ever since they met, he would take pleasure in showing her his latest non-magical find. She sometimes thought he was so eager to share them with her in order to impress her. She liked to think so, anyway.
"Phone? Like the telephone that you showed me a while back? This one looks different. There's no cord, and it's so small. Where are all of the number buttons? And where does the sound come out of?"
Orion snorted back a laugh.
"You're so adorable," he cooed as he rotated the device in his hand. "The things these No-Maj come up with is simply astounding, isn't it? I stumbled across this peculiar little gadget on the side the road one afternoon. I did a little research about it and I thought I'd bring it here for a little show and tell."
Orion proceeded to swipe to a screen that displayed the ground they stood on. He tapped once more and the screen suddenly showed their faces.
"Come here, Beautiful. And smile for me."
He wrapped his arm around Alyona and held the device in front of them as he tapped an icon near the bottom, capturing their image.
"How do we look?" He asked as he showed her the picture.
She gasped, "Oh my goodness, that's us! It can take pictures?"
Orion nodded, "And so much more. Do you find it interesting?"
"Very," Alyona smiled up at the tall, pale-blond wizard. "Just like all of the other trinkets you've brought me over the years. You're quite the collector, mister Black."
Orion smirked mischievously. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her soft, scarlet-colored lips.
"I wish we could do more. If only our parents weren't just a stone through away," he sighed.
Alyona gave a half smile and tapped her finger to the tip of his nose.
"I may have that part covered."
Alyona turned to the windows of the conservatory where the Blossom's manor was within view. She squinted her eyes to see the faint silhouette of a tiny body standing in the window. She gestured towards herself and in an instant, Scraps appeared in front of them.
"You remember what to do, right?" She asked the little elf.
"Yes, Miss. Scraps will not disappoint."
Alyona began to shimmy off her cloak; She asked Orion to do the same.
"What for?" He asked in a confused tone.
"You'll see, Handsome," she coaxed. Her arm was outstretched toward him. "Your cloak, please."
He hesitantly unfastened the silver, crescent moon shaped clasp at the front of his cloak and shrugged it off before handing it to Alyona. The girl then presented Scraps with the garments.
With a singular snap, the little elf levitated the cloaks at the appropriate heights and drew up the hoods to mimic the pair standing next to each other.
"Perfect," Alyona remarked, "Hold them off for as long as you can."
Scraps nodded happily, "Scraps will do his best, Miss."
Alyona then pointed toward one of the large bay windows on the third floor of the looming manor.
"Think you could apparate us up there?"
Orion grinned. He knew exactly what room she was pointing at.
The tall wizard took hold of her hand, and with a whirl and pop, the pair suddenly found themselves inside of Alyona's grand sleeping chamber.
"Wow, so much pink," Orion commented with a small laugh. "Just the way I remember it."
Alyona sighed as she jumped onto her large bed. "I just wish my father was away on business like he was the last time you were here. Our clandestine meetings would be much less perilous with him temporarily out of the state, or preferably the country."
"And how nice of your mother to facilitate our secret little rendezvous," Orion added, "She's really put herself out on a limb for us over the years, and I appreciate it immensely. I hope she knows that."
Alyona smiled, "Oh, I've expressed to her our gratitude many a times. She's just happy to see us happy, despite the naughty activities that we indulge in."
Orion grinned deviously, "Speaking of naughty activities~"
The icy-haired wizard gazed upon his beloved with loving eyes as he withdrew his wand.
With one flick of his ebony wood wand, Orion dimmed the lights, locked her bedroom door, and silenced the room with a charm. He watched as Alyona lounged back on her pink and gold bedding. She slid off her cherry red stilettos onto the carpeted floor in a seductive manner.
Alyona smiled suggestively as she motioned with her red french-tip nails for Orion to come closer.
"Well, now that you've set the proper atmosphere for us," she said in a sultry tone. "Why don't you come over here and ravage me already, mister Black~
Orion felt nearly all traces of blood leave his brain to be pumped into his manhood. He had never unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers so fast in his life. It didn't take him long to relieve himself his jacket and his few layers of shirts as well.
The blonde witch shamelessly ogled her lover's naked body. Orion's tall and strapping frame flaunted a mouthwatering display of lean and defined muscle, making Alyona quiver with anticipation.
The man pounced so quickly that the Blossom's daughter barely even had time to consider what he was doing. Orion promptly began viciously locking his lips with her's as his hands got lost in her luscious hair.
As Black's hands left Alyona's long locks and traveled downward to her lower regions, he suddenly remembered the issue that he always encountered when it came to her clothing.
Even with her legs splayed wide open for him, and her dress being only knee length, Orion still had a hell of a time trying to sort through the ample layers of red fabric, petticoats and silk slips that hid away her womanhood.
He decided to give up and reach behind her to unzip her dress, thinking that he could just slip her out of it. He began to peel her dress from her body, hoping to find nothing but a lacy brassiere underneath as her chest came into view. He instead was greeted with a pink corset with what looked like several layers of frilly undergarments underneath even that.
"Fuck," Orion growled. He began to savagely tug at the intricate lacing that secured Alyona's corset. "Why must aristocratic fashion dictate for witches to wear so many goddamn layers?!"
The blonde witch giggled at his frustration.
"You know that you've mentioned this every single time we've been intimate, right?" Alyona humored.
Orion impatiently ripped her corset from her torso, causing the garment's ribbon lacing to tear and unravel from his brute force.
"And that's because I've been forced to tackle this issue every single time we've been intimate, my love," Orion said with a playful sneer, "When we marry, you'll have no need for such unnecessary undergarments."
The corset was the fussy part. It didn't take long before Alyona was out of her silky slips and was left in nothing but her red lacy bra, matching panties, and thigh-high stockings of the same scarlet hue.
"What is that asinine corset even for!?" He asked as he admired her exceptionally trim waist that curved outward into her wide and womanly hips. "Look at you! You're magnificent!"
Alyona blushed as she watched her lover gently slide her panties down her legs and throw them to the side of the room before he reached up to unfasten her bra, revealing her perfectly shaped breasts. Alyona would definitely be considered busty by most standards.
"Mmm, now I have you. And on the day of love, as well. How convenient. Happy Valentine's Day, my Darling~"Orion huskily said as began to attack her slender neck with his lips.
Alyona became lost in pure bliss. She let out a soft cry as she felt two of his fingers enter her, excited at knowing how good his sizable manhood would feel when it replaced them.
Orion's pride began to build at the sound of his beloved's lustful whimpers as he worked his fingers expertly around and into her delicate feminine area.
Neither of them could get enough of each other.
~ooOOOoo~
"Oh, I can hardly wait to tell them the good news. My darling Alyona is going to be so happy!" Paulina cheered as she excitedly walked down the stone path with the others.
The group saw the set of hooded cloaks, one black and one red. It appeared that the their children were still busy admiring the garden.
"I have tremendous news, you two!" Paulina cheered as she clapped her hands together with glee.
To her surprise, she didn't receive a response from either of them. There was no sound to be heard other than the cold February wind whipping against the outside of the conservatory glass.
She stepped closer and spoke up. "Alyona? Darling?"
Still no response.
"Do you hear me?" She asked as she approached the cloaks. In one swift lunge, she yanked back Alyona's red cloak hood only to see that it was vacant of the blonde witch that she expected to be wearing it. Suddenly cloaks fell to the floor, both completely devoid of a wearer.
A faint rustling alerted her that something was moving within the bushes near to her left. Paulina immediately parted the bushes to see Scraps, looking incredibly guilty.
"Where are they, Scraps?" She whispered as the others were quickly approaching.
The little elf remained quiet as he looked from side to side anxiously.
Paulina turned around to see her husband and guests getting closer.
"Please, tell me where they are. I can't help them unless you tell me."
Scraps' hand shook nervously as he pointed to the the middle window on the third floor.
Paulina turned around, making eye contact with her husband who was now standing just a few meters away with the Blacks. Without explanation, she immediately apparated right outside of Alyona's bedroom door. Of course, it was closed and locked.
The hallway was dead silent. The two of them probably put a silencing charm on the room.
Paulina took a deep breath. She wasn't prepared to hear what she knew she most likely was about to. With a wave of her wand, she ceased all of the charms that had been placed onto the room. That's when the noises started.
"Oh god, yes. Yes! Take me, Orion. Take me! I'm your's. I'm your's! Ugh, right there, right there!" Alyona cried out.
Paulina winced with her hand on the doorknob. She knew she needed to end this before Nicholas came barreling into the room like a raging bull ready to commit a murder.
"Yeah!? You like that don't you, Princess!?" Orion's deep voice growled lustfully, "Fuck, I love being rough with you!"
Paulina took another deep breath and closed her eyes. She opened the door and entered.
"Mother!" Alyona exclaimed. Her blue eyes went wide with shock. She was laid on her back naked underneath Orion as he was still fully sheathed inside of her.
Orion instinctively raised the one of the pink blankets to shield Alyona's body from the sudden intruder.
"It's okay, it's okay! Just cover yourselves, quickly!" Paulina kept her eyes closed as she shut the door behind her.
The two lovebirds hopped up from where they were and immediately began to dress themselves.
Multiple sounds of people apparating into the hallway told Paulina that it was too late.
Within moments, Nicholas and their guests came through the door.
There was an unbelievable silence as everybody stood seemingly frozen in time.
Mister Blossom's face twisted in a way that Alyona had never seen before.
"You've defiled my daughter!" Nicholas roared, his voice nearly powerful enough to shatter Alyona's bedroom window.
Mister Blossom began to furiously charge over to Orion. His wife thankfully summoned up the courage to stand in his way.
"I'll kill him!"
"I'll kill him!!"
Alyona's father used a tone of voice that sent shivers of terror down her spine.
"Nicholas, stop! Remember what we agreed to just a short while ago?!" Paulina coaxed.
Orion's parents looked awkward as they waited outside of the door. They both looked incredibly guilty for their son's actions.
"Father, please relax. This isn't our first time," Alyona expressed. She immediately regretted that statement.
"WHAT!?" Shouted Nicholas.
Paulina was starting to look like she was struggling to hold her husband off. He looked deranged and murderous.
"This," Nicholas angrily pointed to the two underdressed culprits, "This is not allowed!"
Alyona shook with fear as as Orion looked unashamed for his actions.
"They love each other, Hun. This is fine. He'll probably end up marrying her someday, right?"
Paulina looked hopefully at Orion, who was still standing shirtless next to Alyona.
"That's right, misses Blossom. I do intend on marrying your daughter. I love her."
The utterance of those three words were enough to get mister Blossom to simmer down to the point that he no longer looked like her was going to commit a heinous crime.
"You…Love her?"
Orion nodded, "More than anything in this world, sir. We've been dating seriously for the few years, and I know she's the one I want to marry and start a life with."
Nicholas looked confused and still a bit angry. "A few years? How have I not known about this?!"
He looked his wife, who looked away from him awkwardly.
"Paulina—" he said in disbelief.
She shrugged, "All those times her and I went to the shoppes, or just for a stroll around the town—"
"She was meeting up with him," Nicholas finally realized.
Orion's parents looked shocked as well.
"Why didn't you just tell us, dear?" Camilla questioned, "We would have been more than delighted to hear that you had taken an interest in Alyona."
Their son discreetly looked toward the Blossom patriarch.
"Well..."
Nicholas saw this and sulked. "Because of me."
Orion nodded hesitantly. "You were so against her leaving home for another man that we both decided on keeping quiet until you had a change of heart, sir."
Nicholas slowly trudged over to the vanity stool and plopped down on a defeated manner.
"I understand," he said, "Well, I suppose there is only one thing to do at this point.
The room went silent in anticipation of what he was about to declare.
"Hire a wedding planner."