The witch and the queen

(Emma Watson x Natalie Dormer)

Part 1

Emma crossed the threshold and entered the spacious flat. Her black heels made a soft sound as she looked around the place. It had been furnished with the bare essentials. It was evident that nobody lived here. Natalie closed the door gently and locked it. The sound made the young lady turn her head. She placed her palms on the back of the coffee brown couch and smiled at her companion. A smile curved her lips as she remembered the various perfections of Natalie Dormer's body. Their last tryst had taken place at the erstwhile witch's place, which Natalie loved to call "The Witch's Lair". Crossing the space between them, Natalie leaned against the couch, mirroring Emma's pose. Her lips bare inches from the beautiful young actress's mouth, Natalie whispered in that honeyed voice that she swore she reserved for her lover, "Well, Miss Watson...are you going to be good today? Or do I have to...". She was cut short by Emma who grabbed Natalie's face with both hands and kissed her mouth. Their lips were closed but each knew what the other tasted like. Natalie grabbed Emma's neck and swivelling on her hip, lay down on the couch, dragging her companion on top of her over the back of the couch. Both women had their eyes closed, their mouths mashing together in frenzied, unbridled lust. Natalie bit down on Emma's lower lip and pulled. A groan left the latter's throat as her eyelids fluttered. Reaching back, she undid the zip of her dress. As the short sharp sound cut through the young lady's moans, Natalie gently pushed her off her. Taking her cue like a pro, Emma slipped off the couch and stood on the floor. Kicking off her shoes, she raised her arms and with a sensual wiggle of her hips, let her dress slide off her perfect figure and cascade to the floor in a pool of silk. The sunlight pouring in through a gap in the curtains illuminated her perfect figure, caressing the naked flesh in an almost ravenous manner.

"Hungry, dear?"

The barely audible whisper threatened to let loose the monstrous growl Natalie had been fighting to suppress. Emma licked her lips. Each knew what the other tasted like. A drug that they were both addicted to. Natalie slowly sat up and then slid off the couch. Her eyes staring at her companion's gently heaving breasts. They were, in her opinion, superb specimens of that particular part of the female anatomy. She stared at them, as though transfixed, her nostrils flaring as the soft mounds of pale flesh, topped with the reddish knobs rose and fell with the witch's breathing. Natalie kneeled on the floor, her dress felt hot, but she would remove it later. Right now, she was hungry.

Emma stood in front of her favourite piece of flesh, her arms folded, surveying the look on Natalie's face with glee. She crossed her arms and slipped the middle finger into the moist confines of her mouth. Running it along her tongue, she took it out of her mouth with a soft, gentle pop.

The sound seemed to jolt Natalie out of a reverie. She had been idly caressing the backs of Emma's legs with her hands as she stared at the younger actress's breasts. She looked up at her, expectation wrought across her face like that of an addict. Emma grinned broadly. She was going to enjoy herself once more.

(To be continued...)