Chapter 6
He looked up. She was standing there in a daring piece of lingerie. She absolutely took his breath away. She motioned for him to come over to her. He got to his feet and nearly floated to the office door. He looked her up and down before embracing her into a succulent kiss. His hardness pressed against her through his clothes. His hands roamed down her back and then stopped to squeeze her ass. She freed her arms from his neck and reached behind herself to untie the string holding the lacy babydoll on. The top fell to the floor, only a butterfly thong remained. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her into his office. They were kissing so intensely they hardly noticed when they slammed into a wall.
"The door," she breathed.
He reluctantly stopped to shut the door behind them. He turned around and gawked at the ravishing sight in front of him. Her currently deep red hair was tossled all over the place. Her green eyes were misty with lust. Her perfectly round D's heaved up and down with each breath she took. The fingers of her left hand floated along the top of the sheer, black thong; the other hand dangled carelessly from her mouth as she bit down on her index finger. His eyes then settled on her hip; he traced the tattoo with his mind. God she was perfect; his mid-section ached in agreement. He removed his shirt as he approached her one again. His bony chest molded against her soft breasts as they locked into another kiss. She slid down to her knees and quickly undid his pants. She began her specialty: oral pleasure. She worked hard and fast, not bothering to mind her teeth. He loved the painful sensation they added to his pleasure anyway. His head fell back, and his hands flowed through her short, red hair. After he let the pressure build up for a while, he grabbed a handful of the crimson locks and threw her to the cold, stone floor. She looked up at him with an evil smile and spread her legs in anticipation. She liked it rough and he was going to give it to her that way. He reached down and easily tore the thong from her body. He snatched her by the hips and started eating her like a mad starving animal. She pinched her nipples and thrashed her hips toward his mouth. He used his tongue to enter her and his teeth dragged over her clit. She moved one hand to pull his hair. She moaned, and gushed, and screamed.
"Fuck me Professor, fuck me!"
He leaned over her and wrapped her legs around his neck. He began shoving his whole self inside of her very rapidly. Her head pounded against the stone floor with every thrust. His hand massaged her breast; the thumb from the other finessed her clit as he continued to pound her cunt relentlessly. Once she orgasmed so hard she thought the whole castle had felt it, she rolled over onto her knees. He ran both hands up her back to her head and grabbed to fistfuls of hair. She started riding her roughly from behind. He released one hand to slap her ass.
"Who's your Potion's Master?" -=slap!=-
"You are!"
"Who's your Potion's Master?" -=slap!=-
"Oh yes! You are Snapey baby!"
While he was still pumping away, she pushed backwards so she could be on top. She began riding him, first facing away from him, then turning to face him. Her breasts bounced with every motion. He reached up and began kneading them, first the whole breast, then concentrating on the nipples. She threw her head back in ecstacy. Her head rolled around until she was looking down on him again.
"Whose is it?" -=slap!=-
"Yours."
"Whose is it?" -=slap!=-
"It's yours."
"Say my name! -=slap!=- Say it!" -=slap!=-
"BEVANA!"
-=slap!=- "You're damn right!"
Each stroke became deeper, but the pace slowed as she neared another orgasm. She held out long enough for them to climax in unison. She leaned over with him still inside her and bit his chest. This sent him into another orgasm.
Before he could say anything, he noticed she had passed out on top of him. He'd just lay there a while. He didn't know why, but he suddenly began remembering . . .
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"I really wish you wouldn't."
"I've thought about it and I really want to."
"But I love you the way you are now. You don't need to do it. I love you for you."
"I know, I know, but I have my own reasons . . . "
Yes, insecurity was the reason. How could he really believe a gorgeous twenty-five year old woman would want him. Sure, maybe it was okay now, but years down the road. She could have any man she wanted, why would she choose to stay with him?
"Sev, I love you. I've moved to England, left Hollywood, dumped Trent; what more do I have to do to prove to you that I will always love you?"
"It's not that, it's just . . . please Bevana . . . "
"I was only joking when I mentioned it . . . "
"Please Bevana . . . please."
She looked over at him painfully. She just couldn't make him see that she loved him the way he was. Then again, he couldn't talk her out of that breast enlarging potion --
"Fine, but twenty-eight is the limit."
He smiled, then walked over and kissed her. In a matter of days he would be twenty-eight again. He would only be three years her senior instead of fifteen. Now they would actually grow old together. Now he wouldn't have to worry about her finding someone more her age.
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After the potion was finished, Bevana filled up a goblet reluctantly. She carefully measured the amount before she poured it in. She quickly disposed of that was left in the cauldron. This was her specialty: glamour. Anything to do with physical appearance, she was master at. She had to be to survive in Hollywood. Beauty and talent: that's what Tinseltown's all about. Creativity and talent came more naturally to her than magic did. Low self-esteem plagued her. Although she was very beautiful, she would never see it. She began focusing her magical studies on how to make herself look perfect. She felt all other aspects of magic were mediocre and hated the pressure of being the next in the long line of extraordinary wizards and witches. The muggle world had always interested her. She fell in love with the movie industry, especially the Hollywood starlets. They seemed to be so perfect and oozed beauty and confidence; she wanted to be like that. She began spending most of her time sneaking off to the cinema to watch movies. Her parents were so busy as headmaster and headmistress that they didn't even notice when she got an after school job at a local video store. She fell deeper and deeper into movies until she felt as though she was living one herself. Her ill self-confidence kept her bouncing from one bastard boyfriend to the next. At only sixteen she knew what she had to do. One night after her parents put relentless pressure on her about her upcoming O.W.L.S, she informed them she was dropping out. Disgraced, they disowned her instantly. She fled to California with nothing but her clothes, her ideas, and her wand. She used money she had drained from her family's vault to buy a condo in the hills. In her pursuit, she befriended another aspiring film maker named Harley. Together they produced their first blockbuster movie Ironic, a story Bevana based on her own life. They formed Beaver King Productions and received much acclaim. In the wizarding world, however, Bevana was shunned as a disgraceful outcast.
"Ok. You must drink every last drop to get to twenty-eight. And don't bother trying to drink a little extra, it's all down the drain. Now, the transformation will be very painful, so I'm going to leave. I couldn't bear to see you suffer. I'll go to the market and get some Hot Pockets for dinner. I love you. I hope this is really what you want."
"It is." He kissed her good-bye.
Once she had gone, he quickly drank that potion which oddly smelled like burnt hair. A few moments after it was completely down, he doubled over. He felt as though he was bursting out of his skin. He could feel his blood running through every vein in his body with each heartbeat. Soon he began to sweat what felt like acid; the liquid that came out of his pores melted away his skin which was quickly replaced by new, younger skin. After the burn became a tingle, and the tingle became an itch, he rose to his feet and stumbled over to a mirror. His soft, aged skin had been replaced by tight, firm skin. The bit of flan he had acquired with age had vanished and he was left with his skin and bone structure he had in his youth. He was amazed at the handsome young man staring back at him. He was even more amazed at the strength and energy he regained. And later that night, Bevana was surprised at the added stamina he gained.
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Bevana raised her head and wiped the drool from her mouth. She looked around, alarmed, then looked down at her husband who was asleep underneath her.
"Sevvie baby, wake up. I believe your lunch break is over."