Ch. 22
"I feel fat." Alice said, looking in the mirror and assessing herself in her bridemaid's dress.
"Well of course you feel fat. You're pregnant." Mary said, a little too casually.
"What! No I'm not." She lied.
"Why are you lying, Alice? Did you think we'd judge you?" Mary looked at Dorcas. "We've known since you asked to borrow my bra about two weeks ago. You've never been my size."
"Plus you picked the empire waist dress to hide your baby bump." Dorcas smiled. They all had the same color and material dress, but they were allowed to choose between a few styles.
"Okay, Sherlock and Watson. You're right, I am pregnant." Alice said. "But you can't tell Lily. Not today."
"Pretty sure Lily knows too – she is the cleverest of us all. But we won't bring it up." Mary shrugged. "By the way, congratulations." She hugged Alice.
"Well thanks."
"What won't you bring up?" Lily walked in with her dress on and her makeup and hair done.
"Oh Lily! You look gorgeous." Alice clapped her hands ignoring Lily's question.
"Thanks, Al."
"Let's get your veil on." Dorcas went to the corner of the room where Lily's long veil was draped over a chair.
"So. Dorcas, I hear you and Remus were hung out quite a bit over the summer."
"Where did you hear that?"
"We live on the same floor. Plus I'm marrying one of his best friends."
"Well, you know. I think it's just a fling. We haven't really done anything. Plus I'm still in school and he is busy with order stuff." She turned to Mary. "Sorry for not telling you Mar, I know you liked him."
"Who, Remus? Oh, right. Don't worry Dorcas, that crush is long past. You guys would be great together! Go for it." She clapped her hand on Dorcas' back. "Plus I hear Benjy and that tart from America finally broke up."
"Hey, she's nice. She was helpful in recruiting some Americans to the order." Sometimes Alice's idealist point of view on people was nauseating.
"And do you remember her name?" Lily grinned.
"It was Karen. Or Carol….something like that."
"Sounds like you guys are great friends."
"Oh shut it, McDonald."
"One woman for the rest of your life. Are you sure she's that good of a shag?" Sirius asked, handing James a glass of expensive whiskey. "It's not too late to back out."
"Actually, it is – Mia would literally kill me. And yes, Lily is that good. Not that it's your business." James took the glass out of his hand.
"Hmm. I bet." Sirius said. "I'll never forget those tits…"
"Padfoot! Show a little respect for the mother of my unborn son." The room went silent.
"So, it's a boy?" Benjy chimed in.
"Oh, fuck."
"Yes! Congrats, mate!" They all clinked glasses as Remus said. "Cheers to James' son."
"Shut up! Lily wanted to surprise you all."
"Whatever." Peter said. "I'm excited for you, Prongs. Not going to lie, I was hoping it'd be a boy."
"You owe me 10 galleons, Fenwick." Sirius said.
"Well, I guess it is a relief that you guys know. I hate keeping things from you all."
"So what's his name going to be?"
"We haven't landed on one we both like yet."
"I have plenty of suggestions…." Sirius started.
"Alright, mates. First let's get this guy married." Remus laughed. "You ready?"
"Never been more ready."
The wedding, of course, was perfect. Mia had backup plans for everything that might go wrong, but none of them were necessary. It was a beautiful sunny day without a raindrop in sight.
James tried not to tear up when he saw Lily walking down the aisle, but he couldn't help himself. They danced their first dance as a married couple, they ate the cake they picked out, and clinked glasses when their family and friends gave toasts.
"Good morning Mrs. Potter." James whispered in Lily's ear.
"Mmmmm, good morning Mr. Potter." She turned toward him, smiling. They were back at James' parents place in Cannes. Because of the war going on, they couldn't take a real honeymoon. With Madeye's permission though, they decided to take a few relaxing days here before going back.
James set down a cup of tea on the bedside table. "How are you feeling?"
"Tired." She looked at him. "We were up so late yesterday."
"I know. But I did let you sleep in…it's almost noon. Have some tea and scones then we can take a walk on the beach."
"That sounds wonderful. But I think I'm craving something else for breakfast…"
"Oh really? Because I was just thinking I've been craving for a married woman's pussy!" He tickled her bare body so she would flip over, and without hesitation shoved two fingers inside of her.
"Mmmm well I guess you should give in to that craving, don't you think?" Lily thrust her hips up to meet his hand.
"I guess so." Instead of moving downward, however, he pulled his fingers out of her and lay down next to her. "Come here, Mrs. Potter."
Lily giggled and did what she was told. She got on top of him and straddled his shoulders. James grabbed her bottom and pulled her closer so she was on top of his face.
Lily felt the scruff of his beard tickle her and squealed as he dipped his tongue inside of her. "Oh god, yes." She ran her fingers through his messy hair. "James mmm oh fuck!" She was making moaning noises and saying incoherent things. James simply kept going. He would eat her for breakfast, lunch and dinner as long as she kept saying his name.
"James! James! Fuck yes, don't stop!" Finally, Lily dissolved into bliss and lost the ability to speak as her wetness covered James' face.
"My goodness you're a wonder." James said. "Now, get up so I can fuck you like the naughty girl you are." Lily laughed and stood up.
"You'll have to catch me first!" She started to run out of the room but James grabbed his wand and cast a charm just in time. The door slammed itself shut and locked.
James got up from the bed and grabbed her by the waist. "So, so naughty." He whispered in her ear. He roughly pushed her so she was bent over and had to grab the bedside table.
"Oh yes, Mr. Potter. I've been very naughty." He slowly put the tip of his penis inside of her and stopped.
"You're mine Lily. Tell me how much you want it." He reached a hand around and started stroking her wet lips.
"Oh, please! I need it. Please please fuck me." Lily turned her head to the side, looking at James. "Please, Sir." She held back a grin.
Without responding, James slammed into her so deep she couldn't help but scream.
"You like that? Do you like me plowing into you?" He started moving faster.
"Yes, yes!" Lily was holding on to the table for dear life. Suddenly, she felt a slap on one of her cheeks. It was a little painful, but nevertheless turned her on. It was part of this little game.
"Who do you belong to?" James felt a thrill as he slapped her. He was nervous about it at first, but she moaned in delight so he did it again.
"You! Only you Mr. Potter." Lily grabbed one of her own breasts and squeezed it. She couldn't help whispering "Oh, god yes. Yes. Please."
"Who can make you cum?" James asked breathlessly. He was so turned on by this role play, he knew he wouldn't last long.
"You can – you're the best Sir." She squealed as he pinched her butt and slammed her against the bedside table. The table was moving, scratching the floor and their books and cups of tea had fallen to the ground. With another thrust, the lamp tipped over and broke on the wooden floor. They both noticed but were too lost in pleasure to stop.
"Do you want to cum?" James asked, reaching around and rubbing her clit again.
"Yes, please Sir!"
"Ask me."
"May I cum, Mr. Potter?" She was nearly crying it felt so good.
"Yes, you may. Naughty girl, cum for me."
"Oh Merlin! Yes, yes Sir!" She screamed louder than she ever had as he thrust deep into her and emptied his seed. At the same time she tightened around him and came. Slowly he pulled out of her and she nearly fell to the ground. Right as her knees gave in, however, James caught her. He turned her around and kissed her gently on the lips. He gave her a light tap on the arse, grinning. Lily giggled.
"That was fun."
"Yes it was….Sir." She winked.
"What will I ever do with you?"
"Well, what was it you said on our first date? You'd chain me to the bed and ravish me whenever you please?"
"Ahh yes. Good memory. Well, if you try to run away again, I'm afraid I will have to resort to chains."
"As long as the ravishing is included."
"But of course." He smiled. I love this woman. "So, shall we get dressed? I know I've had my breakfast, but I'm sure you're starving."
"Actually, I am." Lily grabbed a bathing suit from her suitcase and put it on, then pulled a t-shirt over it.
"How do you manage to make one of my quidditch practice shirts look sexy?"
"I don't know. How do you manage to make anything look sexy?" She laughed. "Oh right, it's this hair of yours." She ruffled the top of his head.
Remus woke up around 7:00 am like he did most days. However, when he turned over he realized today was not like most days.
Next to him was a naked Dorcas Meadows, her long dark hair spread across the pillow and down her dark skinned back. Her chest moved slightly as she breathed, still asleep.
Remus smiled. He had been writing to Dorcas for months now, and he thought she might like him too, but they hadn't gone further than a kiss on the cheek. They'd hung out over the summer, and he developed feelings for her, but never made a move. Apparently all he needed was a fancy suit and some liquid courage.
"Morning, Remus." Dorcas interrupted his thoughts.
"Good morning, beautiful."
"Wait, shit what time is it?" Dorcas sat up suddenly. She grabbed Remus' wrist to look at his watch. "Oh shit shit shit!"
"What is it? What's wrong?"
"I have to go home and pack. The knight bus is coming to pick me up in two hours."
"You're taking the knight bus to Hogwarts?"
"Yes. Well, technically to Hogsmeade. Unfortunately the Hogwart's express only runs two times a year and we couldn't convince Dumbledore to make a special trip just for a few students." She started dressing and collecting her things. "I'm meeting Sam Abbott and Bertha Jorkins at my place in an hour."
"Noooo…don't go." He grabbed the end of her dress.
Dorcas sat down on the bed and kissed him. "I must. But don't worry, I'll write to you. And anyway, Christmas break is only like 3 weeks away."
"Three weeks of misery."
She laughed and kissed him on the cheek again before saying "Goodbye, Remus." And with that, she was gone.