Dougal and Minerva decided to spend more time in their Hogsmeade cottage as the days passed by. Minerva wanted their home to be in tip-top shape by the time she had to go back to work.
They had visited all of the Ravenclaw holdings and were suprised by the vastness of properties. They owned the cottage in Hogsmeade, a vacant property in Wales, a lighthouse retreat in Scotland, a home in London, and a seaside retreat in France. Minerva had been overwhelmed by the shear amount of properties they owned and what to do with them. Dougal had reassured her that the multiple homes wouldn't change anything. "We will still live here in Hogsmeade during the time Hogwarts is in session and Caithness at Christmas or summer," he reassured her. "The other places will be available when we want a vacation or for our children one day."
Minerva had smiled relieved at him. "I am not use to such wealth," she admitted. "I have never imagined one person could hold so much."
Dougal smiled at his wife lovingly. "Well maybe we should work on a project or two with that wealth."
"You don't care if I spend every knut in those vaults, do you?" Minerva asked curiously.
"Not at all," he responded honestly. "How about I worship your delectable body right now and then tomorrow we can figure out ways to spend some of that money?"
Minerva moaned as Dougal latched on to her neck and bit down slightly. He had discovered her feline form bled into her human form at times especially when sexually aroused. She loved when he was a bit primal. "Take us to the bedroom," he demanded in a needy tone.
Minerva met his desire filled chocolate orbs with lustfilled green ones. She wrapped her arms around him and apparated them to their bedroom. A flick of her wand had them naked before she gently laid it down on the bedside table. Dougal pulled her back against his chest and latched back onto her neck. "Dougal," she moaned. "More please!"
He maneuvered them infront of the full length mirror in the corner much to her suprise. He bit down then sucked her neck hard prompting her to moan. He hands came up and teased her nipples into peaks and kneaded her breasts until she was panting with need. "Please love," she begged as she arched her backside against his hard length.
Dougal ignored her and slowly ran his hand down her body. "Watch," he commanded her. Suprised, she watched in the mirror as his hand reach down and swiped a sure finger through her womanly folds. She watched mesmerized as her brought his coated finger to eye level. "You're so wet for me," he whispered seductively then licked his fingers clean.
Minerva moaned as she watched his exotic actions through the mirror. He moved his hand back down and pleased her slowly. Her vision blurring from time to time and she found it hard to maintain standing. Dougal caught her and carried her to their bed. He laid her on her back, spread her legs and lavished her with attention from his talented tongue. She shouted his name as she orgasmed.
Dougal gave her no time to recover and quickly flipped her on her belly. He pulled her hips up and quickly entered her pulsing channel. She cried out in escasy as another orgasm rolled over her. Dougal stroked her forcefully and slammed his hips into hers as he took her body. She had no idea of time as he moved her towards another amazing orgasm. She felt him stiffen above her and groaned. He latched on to her neck and bit down hard prompting her to scream out her completion.
Minerva wasn't sure how long they laid tangled together panting but she enjoyed every moment of it. "I love you Dougal," she finally managed. "I will always be grateful you are my husband."
Dougal smiled brightly at that. He ran his fingers through her messy hair lovingly. "It is I who am grateful love," he whispered. "I was lost all of those years without you. I tried to go through life but everything was meaningless without you. I need you!"
Minerva McGonagall McGregor smiled, tears shining in her emerald eyes, before pushing him on his back and staddling him. She kissed him hard before taking his semi hard member back within her body. She would never tire of this man and sought to prove it to him.
The last week in August arrived much too quickly for Minerva's liking this year. She had throughly enjoyed spending most of her time with Dougal and was loathed to be separated somewhat from him. The past weeks had been so eye-opening to her. Dougal was not a simple farmer by any means! Her husband was a bibliophile, a published muggle fictional author and a honest to goodness great man.
She had learned Dougal volunteered to help those that needed help in the community. He taught others to read, to write and keep track of a budget. He helped the younger generation learn how to farm, to cook and to store up what food they could. He even purchased interview clothing for some of those that couldn't afford it!
It had been shocking when Dougal insisted on her accompanying him to his muggle bank. He had her added to all of his various accounts and insisted she be briefed on the amounts of each account. Dougal had became a self-made millionaire by writing his beloved books and investing his money wisely. He never told a soul and continued helping his community while everyone assumed he was just an average farmer.
"You ready to go back?" Dougal asked his wife as they finished up breakfast.
"No," she pouted uncharacteristically. "I love teaching but I want to stay with you."
"How about I walk with you to the castle today?" he asked with a smile. "I could take that old momento box to your rooms and let Helena looked through it."
Minerva leaned over and kissed him lovingly. "I would love that! Pomona wants your opinion on one of her projects as well."
"In that case, I shall see Pomona first thing, have lunch with you and then meet with Helena in your private chambers. You have enough books there to entertain me."
Minerva chuckled and nodded her head in agreement. "Let me grab my cloak and we can leave."
"Well are you a witch or not?" he teased with a grin.
Minerva laughed before summoning her cloak and his jacket.