They reached the library, where she dropped Hermione's hand and casted the spell to find the book. A small ball of light appeared and began to float off towards some shelves deep in the library for them to follow. "Um, are you going to tell me what we're looking for?" Hermione asked as she followed behind Narcissa, who now had a determined look on her face.
She finally noticed that Narcissa was wearing a silk nightgown that fell just above her knees, distracting Hermione with each sway of the omega's hips as she walked with bare feet. "Odin, help me, this is not fair. I was so distracted by the nightmare and information that I hadn't even noticed what she was wearing. It looks so comfortable and so easy to rip it off of her— NO STOP IT! We are not doing that right now. It'll only lead to pain and misery since I'm only capable of pleasing her," Hermione shook her head trying to control her thoughts.
Suddenly, Narcissa stopped in front of her, causing the alpha to run into the omega's back, making them both begin to topple over slightly. Hermione instinctively wrapped her arms around Narcissa's waist, pulling her against her chest. She stepped her left foot out in front of them, so that they wouldn't fall onto the floor. Narcissa squeaked in surprise at almost being run over.
She whimpered softly at the feeling of strong arms and a warm body pressed against her. Hermione rumbled softly at the sound of her whimper. She leaned into the blonde, rubbing her nose along her neck, breathing her in as the alpha's eyes shifted red. Narcissa tilted her head to the side in submission, without thought, as she slid her hand up along the back of Hermione's neck to her head.
Hermione rumbled deep in her chest in approval at the show of submission and touch. She kissed her neck softly over the pheromone gland where a claim mark would someday be, if she was given the chance. Even though she could only please the omega with her mouth and hands, she wouldn't hesitate to claim this witch.
This beautiful, smart, bratty, amazing omega. She would claim as hers without hesitation if Narcissa gave her permission to do so. She scraped her fangs lightly against her neck teasingly, causing Narcissa to moan softly at the sensation. At that moment, Hermione snapped out of her haze and slowly released Narcissa, pulling back from her before she lost herself in the scent of soothing arousal. "Are you going to tell me what we're looking for?" She asked softly as she took Narcissa's hand from her neck and kissed her palm sweetly.
The omega turned around to look up at her with golden eyes that bled back to cerulean blue. "Sweet Circe, I can't believe I lost control of myself like that. What is this enigma of an alpha doing to me?! At this rate, I'll be on my hands and knees presenting for her in no time. Merlin, I was ready to take her claim mark without question, even though it's not possible for it to stick. Salazar's snake, though she does look good in her boxer briefs and tank top right now. It wouldn't be hard to—NO NO NO STOP IT! Control! You will not fall into your basic instincts and do something to ruin this by jumping into bed too quickly because it's tempting," Narcissa quickly shook her head to clear it of the dirty thoughts that were plaguing her. "Um, y-yes. There's ah-a book that might help in breaking that curse, which will help it heal naturally," Narcissa said as she tried to stop stuttering from frustration.
Hermione's eyes lit up with hope at the prospect of finding a cure. "What are we waiting for? Let's go find this book!" Hermione said, taking Narcissa's hand. "Lead the way, beautiful. I'm always up for research when there is new information about something I'm interested in," she said with a smirk that briefly flashed her fangs.
Narcissa blushed lightly at the sincere compliment that wasn't used as a ploy to manipulate her. She nodded and led them down an aisle of ancient tomes as she scanned the names of the books on the shelves. Hermione tried her best to not stare at the way Narcissa bit her lip in concentration. She whimpered internally at how painfully frustrated she was getting with being around this gorgeous woman.
"If I know my sister, she'll have used a cursed object that she could undo if someone tried to use her knife against her. The book I'm looking for is one that, to my knowledge, only has one copy. And we own it. because it was a Black who wrote it," Narcissa said conversationally as she lightly ran her fingertips along the spines of the tombs in front of her until she came across the book in question. She pulled it from the shelf and smiled up at Hermione triumphantly before walking to a nearby table so that they could sit down and look at the book together.
Narcissa sat down, opening the book while waiting for Hermione to sit next to her. However, she soon realized the alpha had other plans as Hermione leaned over her shoulder. Hermione held onto the back of her chair while putting her weight on her other hand that rested on the table. Narcissa skimmed over the book before she came across the cure for the curse. She quickly looked over what was needed. It didn't seem overly complicated. They would have to brew a couple potions and perform a spell. They had to apply two of the potions onto the wound itself as well as take one orally.
"Well, that explains why I could never figure out how to cure this thing. I would never have thought about using those potions together. The dittany and murtlap? Sure. But taking felix felicis is interesting. Plus, I've never seen that spell work before," Hermione said softly next to Narcissa's ear, causing the woman to shiver at the low timber of her voice. Hermione turned her head toward her, smirking slightly as she leaned closer to Narcissa's neck, running the tip of her nose lightly against the skin from shoulder to just below her ear, taking in a deep breath, picking up subtle hints of aroused omega still wafting off of her. Narcissa gasped softly at the feeling of Hermione touching her so intimately, as well as scenting her. She tilted her head to the side instinctively as her breathing started to pick up.
Hermione rumbled softly in approval at the voluntary show of submission as she moved back down to the junction of her shoulder, then used the tip of her tongue to lick up along her neck, getting a taste of her skin, which caused her to groan deep in her throat.
Narcissa whimpered at the feeling of her tongue on her neck. The book was soon forgotten as she was lulled into a fog, causing her to keep a white knuckled hold on it. The alpha kissed softly along her neck and shoulder all the way to the strap of her nightdress, then back up to her ear.
Narcissa moaned softly, letting go of the book with one of her hands. She reached up to the back of Hermione's neck, scratched up her head, gripped her hair, and lightly pulled her forward toward her mouth, slowly turning her head in the same direction.
Hermione moved with Narcissa's hand as she kissed along her cheek to the corner of her mouth. Then, kissed her lips soundly, swallowing the omega's moan from the contact. Hermione held the book gently and pulled it from the blonde's death grip, placing it on the table.
Hermione pulled back from the kiss and looked into Narcissa's eyes with determination. The alpha used her hand that was resting on the back of her chair and pushed it sharply to turn Narcissa—who squeaked at the sudden movement—to face Hermione. She visibly swallowed to control herself.
"Narcissa, we should stop right now if you want to keep taking things slow between us. I won't push you into something that you're not ready for. On the other hand, if you want to continue, we really should have a talk about some things before going any further. I have to admit that I am not a gentle kind of lover. Because I can't perform like normal alphas, I've had to adapt my sex life to be more colorful. Truthfully, I haven't had vanilla sex in years, only to make it more interesting and bearable," Hermione said seriously.
Narcissa blinked owlishly a few times, trying to comprehend, through the fog in her head, what she had said. "Uhm… I don't really want to stop, but yes, I agree we should probably talk about what we're okay with doing. I will say that I am no wilting flower when it comes to the rougher side of sex. Honestly, it's what made having sex with my ex more entertaining, since he was a two pump chump. We can start with what hard limits we each have. We should also decide on what our safe word is," Narcissa said matter of factly as she looked down at Hermione who was now crouched in front of her.
Hermione nodded and explained that her hard limits were scat play, water sports, blood play, consensual non consensual, and anal. Other than that, she was willing to try almost anything once and then make a decision on whether she liked it or not. Narcissa had the same hard limits, while also adding that she did not want to have children at the moment.
Hermione sighed and had a look of sadness in her eyes, "There is something that I have to tell you in regards to that," she bit the inside of her cheek nervously. "I can't actually give you children, Narcissa. Even if you did want them. When I go into rut, it causes excruciating pain, far beyond the normal amount from the growth that happens. Not to mention that my cock doesn't work in regards to getting hard enough to knot you no matter what I do. I tried supplements once and it just makes sex even more unbearably painful. To put it bluntly, I'm only capable of pleasing you with my mouth, hands, or toys, if that's something that appeals to you," she looked down at the floor in defeat.
In all their conversations she had never seen the alpha look so small before. She cupped her chin and brought her face back up to her smiling sweetly. "I'm sure a well-versed person like yourself can please me far better than anyone else ever could?"
She smirked as Hermione chuckled darkly. "I'll have you know that I've even developed a way to make a toy feel like the real thing, or so I've been told."
Narcissa bit her lip at the thoughts that were running through her head of those images. "Ah-um, then there is nothing that we need to worry about, is there?" She smiled sweetly at Hermione, trying to fight off a blush that was creeping up her neck as she released Hermione's face. They continued their previous discussion and decided that since the name Voldemort was no longer a taboo, that it would be a good safe word. Neither could see themselves wanting to continue doing anything sexual after saying it.
"Since we got that out of the way, what are some of your soft limits as far as kink play? I will admit that I do enjoy rough sex, but I would like to know where your limits are so that I know when to ask if you want to continue or change what we are doing," Hermione asked.
Narcissa considered that for a moment thinking about what she had done in the past that she wasn't overly fond of at the time, but would try again with someone that she trusted. "I guess I would have to say that some of the soft limits that I have are to not choke me so roughly that I end up with bruises from it or pass out from the lack of oxygen, and I would prefer not to go so roughly that I come out of it bloody. Other than that, I'll let you know when I am uncomfortable with something," Narcissa said as if she were talking about the weather.
Hermione had a look of horror on her face at the omega's words. She tried to hold back a growl before she sighed loudly. "Such a good thing that he is in Azkaban. Because if I ever get my hands on him? I'll castrate him," she looked down at the floor and shook her head, trying to quiet her mind of all the ways that she would hurt that jellyfish of an alpha.
Narcissa cupped her chin tilting her head up so that she could look into the brunette's eyes. She smiled sweetly at the adorably, protective alpha. "I appreciate the sentiment, dear, but there is no need for that. As you say, he is in Azkaban and is not going to be released anytime soon. Not to mention, we're dissolved, so he has no say in my life anymore, anyway. Don't waste another minute thinking about him when I'm fine and right here in front of you, agreeing to having sex with you. Tell me, are your priorities in the right place at this moment?" Narcissa asked with a raised eyebrow.
Hermione chuckled, nodding as Narcissa released her chin. "Yes, you're right. Keeping my priorities on the matter is more important, which is you and your happiness and pleasure—hopefully by my hands," Hermione smirked devilishly, displaying her fangs completely to Narcissa. She watched as the omega's eyes swirled gold and glazed over from what she could only assume was the thought of her fangs against her skin.
Narcissa cleared her throat, trying to get her body under control before speaking again. "Right. Exactly. Now, what are some of your soft limits for me so that I know what to ask about?"
Hermione sat back on her haunches as she tapped her chin in thought. "Choking me is the only thing that comes to mind at the moment. Other than that, like you said, if something comes up, I'll let you know."
Narcissa nodded in understanding. Hermione sighed and looked at Narcissa nervously. "I would like to discuss one more thing that might be a little sensitive and a bit awkward, but I feel it must be addressed. Now more than ever."
Narcissa sat up in her chair and looked at Hermione. "Alright. What is it?"
"How do you feel about claim marks? I know that by asking this, I'm basically asking you to marry me, but I felt that since we're talking about important subject matters, this would be as good a time as any to bring this up," Hermione watched her reaction to gauge whether she had made a mistake in bringing it up.
Narcissa blinked at her owlishly for a moment, then smiled sadly at Hermione as she cupped her cheek sweetly. "I agree that we should discuss this matter in full, considering what you have just said to me. Unfortunately though, I can't take a claim mark. My body just rejects them. They never last more than a month, if that. Though your statement does beg the question, are you asking me to marry you?" The blonde said with a sad look in her eye.
"Would that be such a bad thing? I'm not going to lie, something in my gut tells me that I won't find a better partner or mate that will match with me better than you, Cissa. You're intelligent, witty, cunning, protective, loving, caring, and the most beautiful person I've ever met."
Hermione took the omega's hands in hers, holding them tight as she looked deep into her eyes. "I would be the luckiest person in the world to marry you. For all those people that thought less of you, they were a thousand times wrong. You said it yourself, that it would have been easy to take over the world, but you didn't. You hid away all the pieces that would have made it easy for the dark side to win. I'm in awe of you, Narcissa Black, from when I was younger to this very moment. I'm not going to pressure you right now by asking you to marry me officially because that would be disrespectful to you. So I will simply say this: in the future, I will ask you to marry me, and I hope that you see me as someone worthy to be your partner and mate," Hermione kissed her knuckles sweetly.
Narcissa looked at her in shock, eyes brimming with tears at such genuine compliments. She blinked her eyes a few times to clear them as a deep blush washed over her cheeks and neck. "I appreciate that you understand it is a little soon to be asking such things, but I can't say that after hearing all of that I would have said no. I will say that if it comes to a point that we're in a situation and you can claim me, I will gladly accept it. For however long, or as many times as you wish to claim me as your mate."
Hermione grinned, leaned up to her so that she was eye level with her, cupped her cheek and kissed her sweetly. "I look forward to your answer in the future when the moment is right for us," Hermione said softly. She stood up in front of Narcissa and held out her hand. "That being said, we should go back to bed so that we're not too tired to work on those potions tomorrow."
Narcissa took her hand and nodded, stood up from the chair, and walked out of the library together.
Once again, they went their separate ways for the evening and both fell asleep quickly.