His Ravenclaw Wife

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A slow, wicked smile spread across his face in the darkness as he watched his wife toy with the maid. He could never deny Zella the purchase of new maids, though they had more than enough house elves to care for the house, for it was far too enjoyable for him to watch her break them.

She saw him, and they shared the moment as she worked her pristine finger nails into the tender flesh of the maid's shoulders, riding the wave of orgasm. The girl moaned pitifully and wrapped her arms around her mistress, pulling her even closer. Zella laughed sensually and beckoned to her husband in the mirror. Painfully slowly, he came into the light, shedding his black robe as he came. Candlelight ignited his warm chocolate skin golden and Zella shivered in anticipation, the tension growing in her body again as the maid continued to ravish her sweetness. He approached silently, his prominent manhood swelling before her eyes. Arriving behind her, he bent to nibble along her neck, and circled her to stand beside her, still watching her eyes in the mirror as she lifted one hand from the maid's flesh to stroke him to full erection. Growls of pleasure rumbled through his chest and he kissed his wife violently on the mouth. She played with him, pulling on his lower lip with her teeth and sucking deeply on his tongue. He captured a lily-white breast in one of his dark hands and fondled fiercely, his fingernails marring her skin with angry red trails.

"Stop" Zella grabbed a fistful of the maid's hair and jerked her head up. The confused young woman rocked back on her heels, her mouth parted and slick, eyes wide with fear. Fear turned to terror when she noticed her master's prominently naked presence. "Be not afraid, little one, you've been very, very good." Zella traced the young woman's wet lips with one slender finger, the aroused girl trembled, "Come along, pet, on your knees."

Zella took her husband's hand and ascended from her bench, gliding out of the room beside him with the maid crawling along behind.

The maid looked at her mistress's sumptuous bed chamber with new eyes this time. The dark, heavy bed hangings were of a deep red that reminded her of secrets, the walls another shade of red that made naughty promises. The shadows made the uncomfortable throbbing between her thighs ever more intense, the candles in the ornate braziers cast deliberate light on the bed and the divan which her mistress gestured her towards. Never before had she realized just how pornographic the tapestries that graced the walls in this room were. Never before had she wanted to.

Hesitantly, she climbed onto the divan and reclined on her back as Zella instructed her to. She allowed her legs to dangle over either side of the narrow sofa and allowed her mistress to place her arms over her head, where her master took her wrists and began to trace patterns with his fingers.

"You might stroke him if you'd like," Zella murmured, straddling the girl and pushing her hot core against her stomach. Zella began to draw her fingernails in long strokes down the girl's arms. The maid gasped and emitted a strangled mew, almost against her own volition, her hands sought out her master's throbbing manhood, tentatively caressing him up and down. Zella's hair cascaded over her shoulders and feathered the girl's body. Zella's hands fell down to the maid's young breasts, rising and falling unevenly with her ragged breaths, she formed the slowest circles around the soft bosoms, unwavering in her ministrations, teasing the girl incessantly, never straying from her constant course. Zella noted with pleasure that the girl's small nipples were beaded so tightly that she seemed to be just on this side of pain for their intensity. Finally, Zella allowed one thumb to graze a single nipple and the innocent girl bucked at the sensation. Zella looked at her husband, he was staring intently at her; watching her every move, his hips rocked subtly with the motion of the maid's hands. Even more aroused by her husband's attention, Zella began to grind against the girl's stomach and roll her palms over her nipples. Overwhelmed, the maid began to murmur incomprehensible pleas, much to Zella's delight. Dismounting her plaything, Zella moved to the end of the divan and took a moment to appraise the younger woman's sex. Soaked with desire, swollen, pulsing, and flushed, the maid watched with heavy eyes as her mistress approached the most secret and tortured part of her body.

"Pretty, pretty pet. You're quite the little slut aren't you? Look how much you want Mistress." Zella cooed. The maid's eyes betrayed her yet again, she wanted this but she still felt that it was wrong to be with this woman and this man in this way. "Now pet, you must not be ashamed, this is the way of the world. You want what you want," And with that, Zella began to trail her long fingers along the lips of the maid's sex, dipping in to administer the barest of touches to her clit. Then, with a wicked grin, she used those long fingers to delve between those lips and into the red hot slickness. With slow, long strokes she caressed the girl, ending each pass with a flick of the clit and then beginning again. The maid lay panting, rubbing her master faster and harder. His jaw clenched, but his eyes remained locked on his wife.

"Dearest little slut, how very wet you are," the maid whimpered and tried to raise herself up on her heels. Zella gave her buttocks a quick spank, "let's not be greedy, now," The girl immediately went limp and whined, "That's better," Zella resumed petting the other woman's velvety heat. She continued her persistent rhythm until the girl's soft moans began to drive her wild, at long last, she allowed herself to slide a finger within the maid. Slowly, savoring every texture and contraction, she embedded her finger inside of the girl, rubbing and probing within her. The maid went very still, stopped writhing, stopped stroking her master, even stopped breathing. Her eyes were locked on Zella and every part of her seemed completely fixated on the sensations being given to her. Zella was watching her husband, who watched every move she made. Her tongue slid sensually over her lips, her breath was deep and her breasts quivered with her motions. Another finger followed the first, then a third as she continued her sensational exploration of her prey. She began to quicken her motions, furiously moving her fingers along the most sensitive parts of the girl. The maid was fast approaching climax, her body moved uncontrollably and her head thrashed between her bound arms. Suddenly, Zella withdrew. She lifted her wand--fourteen inches, Mahogany, Veela hair core--from a near table and waved it over the maid. The incantation she whispered was imperceptible to the girl's ears, who now found herself completely unable to take her eyes off her mistress. A dull, maddening throbbing persisted between her legs that no amount of wiggling could alleviate.

"Blaise," Zella said his name like a plea. Strong strides brought him to her, he on the verge of explosion and her growing still more frantic. He lifted her into the air and brought her down hard on his erection, filling her to the hilt with one enormous thrust, ripping a glorious scream from her. The maid looked on with wide eyes; entranced; obsessed; almost jealous of her master. With his thick arms locked around her and her graceful legs locked around him, Zella began to work herself on him, grinding and pivoting with him thoroughly embedded within her aching self. The maid found herself unconsciously imitating Zella's movements. After a few minutes of working themselves into a frenzy, Blaise backed his wife against the near wall, grabbed her hips, and proceeded to slam himself violently into her, again and again, filling and stretching her completely to the very brink of her physical capacity. Passion mounting, Zella's cries grew louder and she barely managed to scream out his name as she broke over the edge into oblivion. Blaise came with an enormous roar, spilling himself into her as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over him. They slumped together against the wall and Blaise dragged his lovely Ravenclaw wife into his lap as they panted off the aftershocks together. The maid's passion had yet to be sated and she whimpered mournfully as her own need continued to drive her to wriggle in suffering on the divan.

Minutes passed and Zella began to lick at Blaise's neck, shoulders, and collar bone. Licking became suckling, suckling became nibbling. At length, she finally bit deep into his neck and he threw his head back with a very deep, very male grunt. Blood trickled in glistening rivulets along the muscled lines of his neck and Zella lapped at them, savoring the taste of him. He began to grow hard again. Wiggling off of his lap and onto her hands and knees, Zella lowered her mouth to him. She took him in, first suckling gently on the head of him, probing with tongue along his ridge, and then fully enveloping his shaft within the wet heat of her mouth. He ran his hands down her back as she rocked back and forth over him, using her tongue to stimulate the length of him. He swelled, fully aroused again, and reached around to grab her nipples, rubbing them between his finger tips. She purred, and he felt the vibrations deep with him. She took him completely, her warm, fair hands running all over his gloriously dark skin, following the ripped muscles of his stomach and down his thighs, tenderly cupping him. He watched her work him, watched her ass swing in the air. She loved this. His eyes wandered to the agonized girl sprawled on the sofa, who could not take her eyes off of his wife. He loved her power, she could make them want her more than they wanted food or air, she could make them do anything for her or to her. He loved that she embraced her gifts and loved that she shared them with him. More than anything, he loved that at the end of the day (or night) he was the only person she cared about, and the only man who she would let fuck her. His thoughts turned back to her mouth around him and the unbelievable pleasure she gave him. He basked in it for a few more minutes before pulling her up and spinning her around, going up on his knees and placing himself at her entrance. She giggled and rubbed her wetness against him. He probed at her, further sensitizing her to him before he slowly slid himself into her. Inch by precious inch he invaded her, so slowly this time, worshipping her. Her fingers dug into the expensive rugs beneath them, clawing for anything to brace herself on. Hands on her hips, he moved inside of her, rocking his hips, rocking, pulling out of her, inching back in, rocking, rocking, inching out, inching in. The enchanted maid, unable to look away, watched as her mistress's breasts swung with their rhythm. Blaise reached beneath Zella to tease her clit, causing her to jerk, as they both became carried away again. Before long, Zella crawled out from under him, and on hands and knees he pursued her. At the foot of the hearth she spun on him, knocking him onto his back and straddling him, taking him into her again. She leaned far back and tipped her hips forward, riding him. On and on they went, as the maid, all but forgotten, watched from above with growing frustration as she used her own hands to rub and tease herself, but all to no avail, she could not achieve more than the dull, constant throb of need. Zella and Blaise were lost in each other on the floor, rolling together into never-ending euphoria.

Time passed, Blaise lay sated and sprawled across the enormous bed, a glass of wine held casually in his hand. He watched and laughed as his wife, the veritable fount of sexual energy, toyed with the helpless maid, dancing around her and performing no end of indignities to her, all the while cooing and teasing her. Finally being given release at the end of Zella's wand, the poor girl had been given almost no time before she was coaxed to frantic arousal again. It was at this time of lighthearted amusement that a gentle rapping came from behind the door.

"Enter," Zella called out, she lay draped sensuously across the divan while the maid kneeled in front of her, once again fascinatedly caressing her mistress's breasts. A smug looking female house elf appeared in the doorway.

"There is a certain esteemed wizard here to pay call, he wishes to apologize for intruding so late but claims that he could not avoid it for he was just so bloody bored" she announced.

A hearty chuckle poured out of Blaise as he exchanged an amused and meaningful look with his wife, whose face was bathed in sheer delight. "You may show Mr. Malfoy in, Tilly, by all means, show my old friend right in."


Coming Soon: Chapter 3- A Most Desirable Guest
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