In the shrubs just outside the house, Genghis Connie hides...from the kneazels. All afternoon, Selwyn, Greengrass, and Malfoy kneazels stalk past...
As much as Connie would love to avoid detection, she's just too sluggish to do any more than she has. July, in Wiltshire, can climb above thirty-five degrees. And that means sluggish behavior for all poikilotherms. Snakes are poikilotherms.
Even so, this seems to be doing Connie a lot of good. Either someone's dabbed those kneazels' noses with something that smells strong, or they can't smell snakes at all. Either that, or their cat's intuition can tell that Connie's too big for any of them to fight... Even so, Connie toughs out the hot Wiltshire afternoon, coils intact, and ever-anticipating her first union with her will-be master: the one upstairs. (NOT Jesus; NOT Merlin; and NOT T'Challa…)
The size of a bug, Mickey cowers on his girlfriend's bra...in the presence of her imported Ukrainian stepmother's MUCH bigger hooters. On the upside, at least those hooters are bra-clad. On the downside, Mickey's not sure how he feels, about his girlfriend's stepmother being this close to him...and not to mention the size of a goddess, in contrast.
Ms. Shelestenko/Mrs. Malfoy looks down upon her stepdaughter's boyfriend, and smiles. She curls one of her hands around her stepdaughter's bra cup, thus surrounding Mickey with a wall of her lovely hand...
"No wait, please!" Mickey begs her. "I'm Mickey! You drove me here! I'm seeing your daughter!"
"Mm, little Mickey..." She plucks her Ukrainian-blonde hair, with her finger. A Ukrainian bride, she speaks with a thick accent. "I love!"
She waves her huge hand over him, causing him to levitate. Up here, Mickey is freed of gravity. He thrashes around, trying to regain control of his own fate...but it's useless. He's under his will-be-stepmother-in-law's control, now...
Ms. Shelestenko stands, and holds her pointed finger out, at the level between her lips and her hooters. She wants, after all, for Mickey to take in a panoramic view of all four...
Still levitating Mickey, she sets him down atop the mint-green-painted nail of her pointer finger. Mickey's like an ant, atop it. He's still in his briefs.
Panting, he looks around...and looks towards his captor. He pants even more, when he sees how huge both Ms. Shelestenko's hooters and lips look, from this size, at this height. He didn't know there were goddesses in wizardry...until now.
Still looking down upon him, she straightens her blonde hair again. And, she adjusts her bra. Down on her nail, Mickey inadvertently hardens, when she does this.
"So small," she comments. "So cute." She looks around. "And to think Agatha has left you alone with me!" She giggles. "How generous of her! She will be gone for whole month!" She adjusts her bra again. "Think of all the fun we could have, before then!"
"I can't, and won't," Mickey insists. "I love your daughter. She's ordered me not to do this!"
"O, but what choice do you have, Lil Mikhail? I am your goddess now. I am your Perun...your Svarog...your Tsaritsa...your Domina!"
"I don't know what that means."
"You harden for me, Mikhail. My husband never home. I am woman. You are boy. We have this house. Our choice has left us!"
"Well, it hasn't left me. I may be small, but I'm stronger than you think!"
"O really?" She giggles. "Is that why your cock is so hard, about now?"
Mickey blushes, and whirls, so that she can't see his cock. She giggles, hangs her other finger just behind his back, and bumps him. She giggles louder, when he falls over harder than she even pushes him.
"You helpless, Mikhail. Give it up. In husband's absence, I rule. We do what I please. And I accommodate for you, with my Greatness, every step of way!"
She waves her huge hand again, and levitates Mickey again. Helplessly, Mickey hovers around the circumference of his new domina's left boob; the one her heart thunders just behind.
He slides her just under her bra cup, near her side. This is the most sensitive part of her boob...besides her nipple...which, of course, she plans to challenge him with later.
"Mm," she moans happily, "hardened cock. Most sensitive part of boob."
With her huge fingers, she pats him down, as he's trapped within her bra fabric. Mickey hardens even more, and nearly suffocates, as her heavy beatings reverberate off his own ass...but mostly off the rubberiness of her boob. The fat in her boobs makes the similar fat in his ass look like a really bad joke. Crying shame; Ravenclaws usually love jokes; even bad ones.
Ms. Shelestenko giggles. "Perfect combo," she comments. "Ride hard, Mikhail." She adjusts her bra again, causing her boobs to jiggle, and Mickey to get seasick...and harder. "A woman loves to know she makes a cute boy hard!"
In the kitchen, a silver goblet, jeweled with emeralds, sits alone. Via house-elf magic, it fills itself with red wine.
Ms. Shelestenko wanders in. She exposes one side towards the goblet, and levitates Mickey over it.
Hanging upside down, Mickey looks down. He trembles. Below him, the goblet is like a dammed lake...of wine. He never knew it was possible for anyone to produce so much wine...never mind how many winos there are in the world.
Ms. Shelestenko giggles, and counters the charm. Mickey flails, as he plummets what feels like a long way down, and splashes down into the wine.
He goes under. Beneath, he loses his balance. He hates that. As a Ravenclaw, he considers his balance sacred...
Above the surface, a kneazel scurries into the kitchen. It's one of Ms. Shelestenko's; a kneazel/Russian blue hybrid, from Ukraine. She leaps up onto the island, and creeps towards the goblet...
Mickey surfaces, and gasps. He wipes the wine from his eyes, while treading water.
And he looks up...right into the horrifying yellow eyes of the kneazel. He's no yeast cell...but sugar-vore or not, he thinks he's about to pee in the wine...
With a banishing charm, the Ukrainian giantess sends her kneazel flying. She lands on her feet, of course.
"Away," she growls, after her. "He's mine!"
"Mrs. Malfoy, please," Mickey shouts up. "I can't swim!"
She leans over the island...to where her hooters, once again, hang where Mickey can gasp, tread wine, and behold their majesty. Ms. Shelestenko loves watching men work hard...and she ESPECIALLY loves it when they work hard just for her...
Waving her hand over the goblet, she giggles. "You bluff like champion, Mikhail. But I know my stepdaughter. She sing praises, of all your brave adventures, on Black Lake. The giant squid swim beneath you...and yet, you sleep. The grindylow come, and yet...you sleep."
Mickey keeps treading wine. As much as he loves to ogle Ms. Shelestenko's hooters, he's starting to prefer Agatha...
"I could shrink you to yeast cell, and feed you sugar. You would urinate alcohol into wine, all while make friends, with other yeast cells... But...if I do that, I not see you. I LOVE see you. Your ass tiny, and lovely. Your cock hard, and reverent...of me, your new Ukrainian/Malfoy goddess...
"What are you going to do to me?!"
"Not swallow you. I would miss you." She stands, and holds the cup before her hooters. From down there, Mickey ogles them. He secretes a lot of his own fluids into the wine...and he's no longer sure if it's all urine...
"In Black Sea, back home, there are maelstroms." She smiles, and waves her hand over the goblet, bewitching the wine. "I miss."
All around Mickey, the wine starts churning. It forms a little basin in the center. The sides rise...and spin. Mickey's caught up in it. The current takes him in circles, around that crater-like basin, faster and faster...
From above, Ms. Shelestenko giggles, and watches Mickey spin around, in the wine's current. He can't escape. Ms. Shelestenko is in complete control of his welfare. And nothing's ever felt better; not even Mr. Malfoy's cock.
"Looks fun down there," she comments. She covers her mouth, and yawns. "But I am much comfy, up here. Love see you work." Far below, she holds her own panties-clad pussy in her other hand. "Make this Ukrainian woman proud."
Eternally, Mickey spins. He pledges NEVER to go swimming in the Black Sea during a storm that's capable of making it maelstrom...
"Little Russians,' the tsarists once called us," she grumbles. She adjusts her bra. "These hooters big. This hair blonde. All men stop, and stare. All BOYS stop, and stare. WHO small, now?"
Below, Mickey sometimes struggles to keep his airway afloat. What's worse, some of this wine has been defiled by his own urine, semen, sweat, and saliva... But then, at least it's not Ms. Shelestenko's...yet...
"O, Mikhail... What bliss, for my daughter to have you for boyfriend. What bliss, to have you all to myself for thirty days. What bliss, to control you, as you squirm like bug, begging for daughter's help..."
The wine rises...but it never goes over the rim. But then, Ms. Shelestenko's charm's bewitched to not allow that...
"I never want husband to come home. I always want to keep you, and torment you when alone."
Outside, it's as hot as early summer. Witches are in heat, and wizards can't stop sweating...
Ms. Shelestenko takes a bath. She's nuder and wetter than she's been, since Mickey first laid eyes on her. Much of her is submerged, beneath bathwater. And yet, never enough to keep Mickey's cock from hardening...
Before them, three different sets of faucets, all terraced, generate green, blue, brown, and white soaps. (The brown and blue soaps are generated from the same row of faucets.) All around Ms. Shelestenko, house-elf magic mixes the water.
Here, the Ukrainian bride basks. She's surrounded by bubbles. She hopes to not be, once the water starts cooling.
Still treading fluid, but not the same kind of fluid before, Mickey surfaces and gasps...again. Ms. Shelestenko seems to overestimate his Ravenclaw half-affinity for water...
As a Ravenclaw, he's naturally half-Slytherin, and half-Gryffindor. Slytherin is water. He can spend half a day with it, but not a whole day. And for him, it's the same with Gryffindor fire. And it was once, back when he dated Ginny Weasley. Ah, if only Ginny could see him now... (He's rather relieved she can't...)
Alas, Mickey would be lying, if he said he didn't secretly prefer a lot of this. Alas, it's too bad he HAS to lie to Agatha about this, to keep her loyal to him...
Far above, Ms. Shelestenko holds some suds in her hand, and blows them across the bath. She looks down upon Mickey, and giggles.
She takes her huge finger, and stirs up the water he's in. He loses control, swims through the water like a shark, and broadsides the side of her finger.
"Ooh," she pulls her finger out, and puts it in her mouth. She makes a pleasurable noise, and pulls it out. She holds it up, and wags it between her face and Mickey. "Naughty, naughty boy!"
"Funny," Mickey sneers. "I don't seem to recall firing the first shot."
"Don't be so defensive. I watch you, from moment I get daughter from King's Cross. You ogle me." Like a whale beneath the surface, her submerged finger deviously closes in, just beneath the spot where he treads water. "You dream of me. You want to crawl inside my panties, like the bug you are. And you," she narrows her eyes, "VERY hard for me!"
On cue, she uses her nail to bop his hard cock, from below. Mickey whimpers, and breaches several centimeters over the surface.
As he spirals in midair, Ms. Shelestenko sees his hardened cock several times, and giggles...covering her mouth, while doing so.
He splashes down. While submerged, he dares open his eyes. Something huge swims up, towards him. It looks like the bow of Moby Dick..."
It surfaces...with him atop it. It's Ms. Shelestenko's knee. She gives him a break, and allows him to rest atop her knee.
In reality, she wants to feel his hard cock. And she does. Inadvertently, Mickey's got it pressed against her knee. But then, she's been doing a fantastic job of keeping him overwhelmed with sexual sentiment...
"You fun," she says. "Wish I could have you forever."
"Oh really?" He spits water and soap from his mouth. "And when your stepdaughter comes home, and expects to have me all to herself again...what will you do next?"
"One day at time," she demands, "sweet Mikhail. Time is precious; not speedy. Thirty shiny gems on a necklace, there are."
With her finger, she knocks him over, and flips him over on his back. With her finger, and sometimes with her nail, she hardens his wet cock for him, even more...
"And we've barely spent the first one," she continues. "Fear not next month, little Mikhail. For this month has FAR too many pleasures of its own."
"That's inspirational." In vain, he tries to swat her huge finger away from his cock. She only pokes at it more, of course. "Gregorovich?"
"Jehovah...actually."
"I don't know what that means."
"You know, for a brilliant Ravenclaw...your mind sure trips, when I test."
"For a pure Slytherin, you sure don't seem to make a night job out of purity."
"Nyet." She smiles, coyly. "But it seems I can sure make a handjob out of your cock! Or...FINGER-job, in your case..."
Mickey sighs, and takes her abuse. But then, it's not like he HATES this...
Time passes. Outside, the sun starts to sink. In the shrubs, Connie wakes from her afternoon nap, and starts slithering around again...
Ms. Shelestenko rises from the suddy waters. From all around her, the bath waters cascade. To Mickey, they're like the sexiest waterfalls he's ever beheld. He just wishes he could see them wash off his girlfriend's hind... But then, it's not like these are hideous...
Ms. Shelestenko bewitches towels. She holds out her arms, and she stands nude, as they dry her off, like white dementors. Mickey's sure glad those towels aren't actual dementors...rivalry with Harry Potter aside... But then, a wizard doesn't necessarily have to have a resume of hardships behind them to get some really nasty shite from dementors...or their souls sucked out...
Now, Ms. Shelestenko lies on her bed...topless. She leaves Mickey on her bare midriff...and challenges him to mountaineer her boobs.
It takes him a while, of course. The surfaces of her boobs are SO sacred. And to think that his girlfriend is away at boot camp, as he puts up with this...
Ms. Shelestenko lies and twitches, smiling. Every now and then, she yawns. But then, her boob is huge, at Mickey's size. She shouldn't be so bored, that he needs to rest to climb it...
At last, he can see her nipple. It's the size of a house. He stops, rolls over on his back, and rests.
"Top the nipple," her voice thunders. "Will make you start all over, if not!"
To Mickey, that doesn't exactly sound BAD... But of course, that's not what his girlfriend would want. But then, he's already in too much hot water with her as it is, having already done THIS many provocative things with her...imported Ukrainian stepmother...
Again, her nipple's the size of a house. Even so, Mikhail finds a way. Soon, he's atop it. Once he's atop it, THEN he rolls over on his back, and rests.
His cock stands erect, like a monument. Alas, he's too tired and happy to mess around with such matters...
He doesn't notice, when his hostess's huge finger comes down onto him, like an asteroid from space. Her finger creeps in, rises slightly, and bops his hardened cock. He hiccups, as a reaction. By now, he should be used to sneaky cock-bops from his domina…
"Congrats," she says. "You make it. And my nipple feels SO much better with you on top it!"
She keeps bopping his cock. It keeps hardening. He keeps hiccupping, and trying to bat her finger away. Alas, her finger makes him look like a bug. He stands no chance...
"You will stay up here," she says, "for as long as I decide." She bops his cock again. "When done, I will leave you on my midriff. And you will mountaineer other boob...the one closer to my heart!"
Mickey sighs...and hiccups again, when she bops his cock again. He could get used to this...if only he could trust Agatha and Mr. Malfoy to not have fits, if they ever came home, and saw the two of them doing this...
MUCH later, he pants, as he tops her other nipple. He tries not to roll over on his back...but does so anyway. And, she starts bopping his hardened cock. She just can't stop... But then, he can't stop hiccupping...or getting hard, when she provokes him...
"That easy," she says. "Now, hard."
Far away, she peels the front of her panties away from her bush.
"This blonde forest calls your name," she commands. "Far down, you will find cave..."
Mickey sighs, turns his head, and looks over at his domina's huge face...from atop her nipple. "Mrs. Malfoy? If I do this...your daughter will kill us both."
"And I MIGHT kill you, if you don't." She bops his cock again. "Either way, you sleep in my clutches tonight...tsarist, or communist."
"I don't know what that means."
She bops his cock again. "You rappel down into blonde forest, and spelunk in cave...or you climb both mountains again. And in morning, you entertain my cat. Will not tell you how."
Mickey sighs...ventures into the blonde forest, and spelunks the cave beyond.
Far ahead, he can see his domina reeling and rocking, as she takes him in. Her panties expand over him, like an overpass...
Her arms are spread. Sometimes, her forearms come up. She pants. She takes in the paradise within her panties, as little Mickey imbues her with it...
She moans, sometimes. Under Mr. Malfoy's control, she'd moan too much. But little Mickey knows how to pull all the right strings. Plus, he's exhausted. And men, naturally, are less argumentative when they feel more like going to bed, than starting a fight.
Alas, if only Mickey thought he could pick a fight with so much as a bowtruckle, and win. Alas, Agatha will probably come home, before that happens...if she doesn't crush him like a bug, for all the good times he'll have with her stepmother...whether he'll initiate them or not.
But then, Agatha kind of didn't initiate the crime that got her sentenced to boot camp in the first place... Or at last, that's her TESTIMONY...
Outside, the sun sets. A chill settles over the manors of Wiltshire...alas, not the same chill that makes it freezing to death in the Arctic year-around...
At last, Connie finds a window. It's not very big...but it's big enough for her. She slithers in, and lands in a pile of laundry. From there, she crawls out, and all over the floors...of the main house at Malfoy Manor.
On her side, in the nude, Ms. Shelestenko sleeps. Her boobs are inadvertently squeezed together...or are they?
Mickey lies, cock STILL erect, sandwiched between the giantess's boobs. It's going to be a rough night for him. As much as he'd rather not, every now and then, he tries to slither out of her boob crack...
Alas, his domina isn't such a peaceful sleeper after all. Each time he gets even close to escaping her boob-crack, she squirms around in her sleep, and covers her own rack with her hand...causing him to sink deeper and deeper into the canyon...and hence, reverse every single nth of progress he ever makes.
And now, Mickey knows how some Hufflepuffs feel. Or rather, he THINKS he does. It's hard to tell, sometimes. Hufflepuffs do SO many things he doesn't understand...even the Diggorys…
Mickey knows what he's gotta do. He knows he doesn't have a license to do this, but... If he can teleport out of here, and land far enough away for Ms. Shelestenko to lose his trail, then he can find somewhere in Wiltshire to hide from her, until Agatha comes home. This is Malfoy Manor; surely there are other cozy places for him to hide, out here. Or hell, he could even hide in a lingerie drawer, at Greengrass Manor...
Or, even steamier yet, the lingerie drawers of Ginny Weasley's chambers at the Burrow... Ah, the steam of lapping up your ex's memory, by exploiting her most intimate valuables while her guard and knowledge are both down... And it's so funny how easy it is to fool most Gryffindors, it's almost not funny...
No need to get too ambitious; first, Mickey's gotta see if this works. He'll probably get splinched, or trapped between dimensions. He might even get trapped in that toilet, with all those keys to keep him company. He's not sure if Mr. Malfoy's bewitched them to help him out, if he gets stuck in their U-bend with them... Even so, teleportation is his only chance. His domina is just too vigilant...despite being a love-drunk Ukrainian bimbo...
Mickey's not going to lie; he gets why Mr. Malfoy loves her. And yet...doesn't anything bad ever happen to this woman?! Wasn't there a Tatar rebellion in Ukraine a few years ago? Where was she, when the Tatar rebels pillaged from all the nobles...if Crimean Tatars even do that anymore?
They did all the time, back when Rowena Ravenclaw taught at Hogwarts... Alas, she doesn't anymore, and both she and her daughter Helena are dead...albeit her daughter's ghost still haunts Ravenclaw Tower, as the cowardly, diadem-thieving Grey Lady...
Soon, dawn will come. Mickey's not sure when...but at some point, he's got to make his move. He'd hate to leave all of this nice, nourishing cleavage behind...but Agatha's going to kill him if he doesn't. Agatha's going to kill him if he does... But if he stands the slightest chance of making up with her, he's gotta stop while he's already ahead...if it be in his power.
He promised Agatha, after all, that he wouldn't let this happen if there was one thing he could do. And as far as he can tell...this IS that one thing.
Clearing or splinching...stuck in a toilet, or home free...here Michael goes... Triple Ds, here he comes... (And he DOESN'T mean the bra size...as much as he wishes he did...)
He teleports away, and holds his breath. And he discovers that that part is very easy...considering that it's impossible to breathe in the mid-teleportation dimension...
He teleports out of the dark, and falls a few centimeters, to a wooden floor. The landing hurts a bit...but not nearly as much, he tells himself, as Agatha's hand would, if she had to punish him for cheating on her...
He looks around, and brushes himself off. He listens. It's still dark outside. Ms. Shelestenko is nowhere in sight...as half-sad as he is about that.
Even so, he made it. He's free. He now has a chance to make up with Agatha...if she ever finds out about him and the Ukrainian temptress...
Behind him, a great pair of narrow eyes glow, in the dark. A great rope-like tongue flicks. Michael freezes, as he senses this. If he's unlucky, he might not be as home-free as he thinks...
All around him, he can sense a wall building itself. It's erected, and stays in place, like an anaconda's coils...
Michael sighs, as he conjures his wand. "Please don't expel me," he whispers, half-moaningly. He lights his wand, and sends an orb of light into the air.
As he dreads, the orb sheds light on an anaconda's great head. She looks down upon him, and flicks her tongue. As he's also dreaded, her coils surround him. Unless he can fly unaided...and he can't, which is embarrassing, because he's a Ravenclaw...the anaconda's got him surrounded. He can't escape...except by the anaconda's leave. And Michael's got a sneaking suspicion she's not going to allow that to him for free.
"Hi," Michael addresses the anaconda...not realizing, in the moment, that he's speaking a different language. Parseltongue, to be more specific... "I'm Michael. Uh...what do you want?"
The anaconda only nods her great head, and flicks her tongue, in excitement... Michael only prays to Merlin that that's not hunger-excitement, he senses...