The Luckiest Man on Earth

The Luckiest Man on Earth



Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and no trademark infringement is intended or implied - not to say that I would not like to but please do not sue.

Chapter 26: Dilemma



Saturday Afternoon: Hogsmeade:



Mariah hesitated just outside the door of the Hogsmeade Inn. She wanted to turn tail and run. But the note Billy had sent her had been explicit. She was to be here at 2 p.m. sharp. She gasped as she saw a familiar face. She was so afraid of what Billy was going to ask her to do. She spied Daria walking towards her.



Mariah was about to call her name when she noticed Adrian Pucey beside her best friend. Mariah saw the pleased look on Daria’s face as Adrian slipped his arm around her waist. She watched hopelessly as Adrian opened the door of Madame Puddifoot’s coffeehouse for Daria. Mariah didn’t want to ruin her friend’s good fortune or drag either of them into this mess she had made of her life.



Mariah squared her shoulders and walked into the door.



A few minutes later, Mariah was escorted into a private suite. She froze in surprise at the sight that greeted her.



“Well,” said Billy as she turned to greet Mariah. “It’s so good to see you, Mariah!”

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“I am here like you said,” said Mariah with her chin held high.



“Oh,” said Billy with a snicker. “Don’t be so standoffish, Mariah. What’s a little blackmail between friends?”



“Are wiendiends?” asked Mariah with a raised eyebrow. “How did you get here from Durmstrang? Won’t you get expelled for being away from school without permission?”



“Portkey, darling,” said Billy. “A very expensive portkey. I have associates that are covering for me at Durmstrang.”



“Oh,” said Mariah weakly as she sat down on a chair.



“Don’t sit,” ordered Billy. “The journalist from the Daily Prophet will be here in a few minutes.”



“What?” asked Mariah apprehensively.



“I have such a delicious plan,” said Billy with a strange look in her eyes. “I hope you have a stomach for potions, love.”



“Why?” asked Mariah as her heart sank.



“You will see,” said Billy.



Hours later, Mariah walked out of the Hogsmeade Inn with unsteady legs and a sick heart. As she walked by Madame Puddifoot’s, she looked in the window and saw Adrian and Daria holding hands. Mariah felt totally unconnected to her life. It was like she was watching herself from a great distance. She felt tired and wanted nothing more than to go to sleep. Mariah turned towards Hogwarts with a heavy sigh.



Owl Post Office:



Katie gave a muffled shriek.



“What is it, love?” asked Marcus.



“The pictures came,” said Katie with a bright sudden smile.



“What pictures?” asked Marcus as they left the office.



“Oh,” said Katie as a frown passed her face. “I can’t show you.”



“Why not?” asked Marcus as they made their way to the Three Broomsticks.



“I just can’t,” insisted Katie as she gave an excited, little bounce.



“Kitten,” said Marcus. He was very curious of what had made his witch so excited.



“I want to,” said Katie with a wicked, little grin. “But I can’t.”



“Is it another one of those naughty picture books?” asked Marcus with a leer.



“You wish,” snorted Katie.



“Please,” said Marcus.



“It is a secret,” said Katie firmly. She gave another excited bounce.



“But I want to know,” whined Marcus as he opened the door to the pub.



“No,” said Katie as she slapped his hand when he tried to take the pictures from her.



“Kitten,” begged Marcus. He ignored the amused looks from several Ravenclaws that overheard himr />r />


“Marcus,” said Katie as she flushed scarlet. “Not in public. Oh, fine then. I’ll tell you. The pictures are of my wedding robe. Isn’t it exciting?”



“Okay,” said Marcus with a puzzled look. “Why can’t I see?”



“You are such a boy sometimes, Flint,” said Katie with an annoyed look. “It is bad luck to see the dress before the wedding.”



“It is?” asked Marcus with a skeptical look on his face. He gave an amused grin. “Too bad it wasn’t the wedding night outfit.”



“Oh,” said Katie with a sidelong, wicked smile at Marcus. “There is a picture of that, too. I know you are going to love that one.”



“I will,” said Marcus as his voice dipped.



“Yes,” said Katie as she scandalized half the pub by kissing her fiancée, long and lingeringly.



“Merlin, Katie,” complained Fred as he passed their table. “Madame Puddifoot’s is down the street. Get a room.”



“That’s an interesting suggestion,” purred Marcus softly in her ear. Katie shivered. “How about it, love?”



“The back room?” asked Katie as she bit her lip and looked into his passionate blue eyes.



“Yeah,” said Marcus. He licked his lower lip and grinned as Katie blushed.



Ten minutes later, Katie found herself outside a non-descript door in the alley behind the coffee shop. She fidgeted, as Marcus knocked on the door in a particular pattern.



“Nervous?” asked Marcus.



“Yes,” sighed Katie as she leaned into the arm he had around her thickened waist.



The door opened and Marcus ushered her in. He whispered something she couldn’t catch to the man at the door. Katie looked everywhere but at that man.



“You are going to love this, Katie,” whispered Marcus as the man gave them a key after Marcus paid him.



When he opened the door, Katie looked around in surprise. It was the interior of the Three Broomsticks. He sat them at a table alongside the benches that lined a little alcove and went behind the bar to pour them butterbeers. He sat beside an increasingly curious Katie and then waved his wand. Katie looked around in wonder. The pub looked full of patrons as the noise in the room increased.



“Are these people real?” asked Katie



“No,” said Marcus as he sipped his drink gavegave Katie a scorching hot look.



“They sound real,” said Katie. She jumped when one of the patrons looked right at her.



“It is a very complicated charm,” purred Marcus as he rested his hand on her knee under the table. “Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to come in a room full of people? Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to make me cin ain a room full of people?”



“People watching?” asked Katie as her temperature soared. She gave a soft moan as Marcus’s hand traveled up her thigh. Katie was grateful that there was a tablecloth.



“You love to watch,” said Marcus in her ear. “I wondered if you had a fantasy that involved other people watching us?”



“Yes,” said Katie as a flood of heat went to her core. “How did you know?”



“I guessed,” said Marcus with a lazy grin.



Katie trembled as Marcus touched her lightly between her legs.



“Just one thing, love,” said Marcus intently as he slipped his fingers into her pants. “The patrons are charmed to notice if we get too loud or too explicit. Understand?”



“Yes,” moaned Katie as he slipped a finger into her pussy.



Marcus and Katie sat there with a thick silence settling between them as the patrons milled around them oblivious to what they were doing. Katie was stifling moans as he explored her with his fingers. She took a big gulp of butterbeer when his finger teased her clitoris lightly.



“So wet,” moaned Marcus in her ear. He thrust another finger into her. “You are already panting for a good, hard fuck, aren’t you?”



“Yes,” moaned Katie.



“Soon, kitten,” promised Marcus. His eyes were glittering as he took a sip of butterbeer with his other unoccupied hand. “First, I want a blowjob.”



“What?” asked Katie as she swallowed hard. He had taken his fingers out of her cleft. He smiled at her as he licked his fingers off with a lascivious grin.



“Get under the table,” whispered Marcus as he dropped his napkin for her. “Be discreet, kitten.



Katie ducked under the table and shivered with excitement. It seemed like the tablecloth hid her from view. She looked from under the table towards where Marcus was sitting and licked her lips. He had pulled his throbbing, erect cock from his trousers for her. She shifted so she was kneeling between his legs and delicately licked a path up his shaft. She was rewarded when his cock jerked up and thickened.



Marcus’s eyes narrowed into slits as he felt the wet heat of her mouth surround his erection. He gripped the sides of the table tight as she licked and sucked at his cock with enthusiasm. He had known that this room would turn her on. He gave a strangled moan when her hand dipped to caress his balls. Marcus could feel his face getting warm. He gave the patron across from their table a weak smile when he turned to look at him. Eventually the man turned away. He reached down under the table and stroked her hair as she bobbed up and down on his lap. Marcus gritted his teeth and closed his eyes when he could feel a familiar tingling. He trembled as Katie’s hands pumped his shaft and her mouth began to suck insistently on the end of his prick. Marcus clenched his teeth and swallowed a loud groan as he spurted into her mouth. He arched his hips up into her mouth as he came. He could feel her swallowing and then later, licking at his cock with greedy, little swipes of her tongue.



Katie got out from under the table as gracefully as she could manage. She remembered to bring the napkin with her. Katie looked into Marcus’s darkly passionate eyes and licked her swollen lips. He loohot hot and bothered. She watched him force his still thick cock back into his trousers with difficulty. She sat beside him. Her legs were trembling.



“My little kitten enjoy her mouthful of cream?” asked Marcus as he panted beside her.



Katie nodded. Her nipples were hard and aching and Marcus had not even touched them.



“My turn,” growled Marcus with a slow, predatory smile.



“Please,” said Katie. She was so hot that she barely noticed where she was anymore. She watched Marcus slip under the table. He didn’t even bother about the napkin. Katie parted her legs and moaned when he pulled her pant off and tossed her skirt up to her waist. Katie pulled the cloth to cover her lap and leaned back. She closed her eyes as he began to press teasing kisses up her wet cleft. Katie shivered as his tongue touched her clitoris. The more he licked her, the more Katie moaned. A sound beside her made her snap her eyes open.



Katie gave a start of surprise. There was a man sitting beside her at the next table. He was so close she could almost touch him. Katie could still feel Marcus laving her pussy with hot strokes of his tongue. She stifled a groan when he slid a finger deep inside her. She shivered when he slid another finger in her. Katie closed her eyes and let out a soft groan. Another sound beside her made her open her eyes.



Katie’s heart jumped into her throat. The stranger was watching her. She looked down and the tablecloth had slipped. She could see Marcus clearly as he sucked her pussy, so could the stranger. She looked at hn shn shock. He looked her in the eyes and gave a slow smile. He looked older, like he was in his thirties. An intense feeling of rippling excitement went through her as Marcus kept licking and the stranger kept watching. He sipped at his firewhiskey and watched her.



Katie clutched Marcus’s head as a wave of incredibly intense feeling began at her toes and rushed through her body. Katie clenched her teeth and closed her eyes as a series of rippling waves of pleasure crashed over her body. She twisted in her seat and opened her eyes many, long moments later. She turned to see if the stranger was still watching. He was. She panted and felt Marcus settle in beside her.



Marcus smiled and whispered in her ear, “No one else noticed besides him. Did that make you come, love?”



“Yes,” said Katie as she sat on the bench in a daze. Her skirt was still around her waist and her pants were in a heap under the table.



“Come and sit on my lap,” urged Marcus.



“He can see,” whispered Katie as she shivered in excitement as Marcus pulled his erection from his trousers.



“The only one,” whispered Marcus. “The rest will think you are sitting on my knee. Besides, we are in a quiet corner.”



Katie bit her lip and shifted up to sit on his knee but really she was easing her very wet pussy onto his heated erection. Katie wriggled as Marcus’s hands eased her down on him. She moved her skirt to cover them but her skirt wasn’t long enough. She closed her eyes as Marcus rotated his hips in a slow circle. She opened her eyes to look at the stranger. Her face turned scarlet. There were four men watching now. They were surrounding her.



“Ahhh,” groaned Marcus when her pussy tightened on his slowly thrustingctioction. They moved against one another slowly. Then Marcus gave a muffled oath.



Katie gave a surprised shriek as Marcus stood up and bent her over the table with a quick move. She braced her hands on the table as Marcus flipped her skirt over. She moved her hips into his long, hard strokes and watched the matchatch Marcus fuck her.



“Harder,” moaned Katie. She bit her lip as the men began to urge Marcus on. It was only a minute then she threw back her head and gave a loud shriek of fulfillment. Katie could hear the pub go quiet as her voice got louder and louder as another orgasm took her. As the pleasure washed over her, Katie got even more vocal. She could hear Marcus groaning over her as his hips slammed into her with fast shallow strokes. Katie shrieked again when she felt him withdraw from her slippery sheath and spurt hot gobs of semen against her thighs and her pussy.



“I think they heard you at Hogwarts,” chuckled Marcus later as he panted against the benches. He was sprawled out trying to catch his breath. He gave Katie a lazy grin then froze the scandalized patrons with a wave of his wand.



“Merlin, Marcus,” said Katie as she sat beside him on very shaky legs. “That was utterly brilliant.”



“You have that right,” said Marcus as he gave her a thorough kiss.



“Can we do it again,” asked Katie with a light in her eyes.



“Anything you want,” said Marcus. “Should we start at the beginning? Or would you like it to be late at night with only a few patrons by the fireplace, this time?”



“Yes,” said Katie dreamily. “How could I make it as exciting for you as it is for me?”



“Kitten,” said Marcus huskily. “You know what I like.” He ran a possessive hand down her pert ass with a passionate, heavy-eyed look.



“I do know what you like,” said Katie with a seductive smile.



“Yeah,” said Marcus as he claimed her mouth with a lusty kiss. “You.”



Flint Manor: Later that Night:



Natalya looked sightlessly at the door in front of her. It was very late but she couldn’t sleep. She was barely aware of the fact her feet took her here to this door almost against her will. She was just so tired.



That afternoon, she had met Lucius for the fourth time that week. Her mind skipped over the things she did with him. She never knew what to expect with him. Sometimes, as tas the man she remembered from that first encounter. But there were times that he was an utter stranger. He was a passionate man and he was still so very beautiful but Natalya knew the ruthless man underneath the charm and good looks intimately. That man frightened her with his intensity and his demanding nature. He had hinted that he was going to bring another woman the next time they met. Natalya shivered.



Her mind drifted to Rhys and his blatant sexuality. She knew that she was not his only lover. She could almost hear his voice as he urged her on. He liked to watch her pleasure herself. Natalya felt like she had the control in that relationship. She could say no to Rhys but she could not to Lucius. That is why she still slept with Rhys. She wanted to feel a little in control of her messy life.



Natalya felt bone deep tired. She looked at the door in surprise. Why was she here? What did she want? Natalya closed her eyes in pain when she realized that she had come to Aurelius’s room because this is where she felt safe. She felt safe with her husband. Safe from the mess she had made of her life. Natalya opened the door and stepped into his room.



“Aurelius,” said Natalya with a slight sob. She lit the candles with a wave of her hand.



Aurelius opened his eyes blearily and blinked in the sudden light. He sat up abruptly when he saw his wife standing in front of him in her sleeping robe looking forlorn.



“What’s wrong?” asked Aurelius. His eyes widened then he asked anxiously, “Has something happened to Marcus?”



“No,” said Natalya.



Aurelius gave a sigh of relief then he looked at his wife with a suspicious look.



“Then why are you here,” asked Aurelius warily.



Natalya looked at his face and his suddenly closed expression and her heart clenched. The silence stretched out between them.



“I guess,” said Natalya as she began to silently cry. “I am looking for something that’s not here anymore.”



“What are you looking for?” asked Aurelius with a puzzled look.



“My husband,” said Natalya as she stared at him.



“I am right here,” said Aurelius as he looked at her with trepidation.



“Aurelius,” asked Natalya as her emotions finally broke free. “Is our marriage over?” She wiped her eyes fitfully.



Aurelius could feel his heart turn to stone. He raised his chin and gave a rueful laugh. He dampened down the sorrow he could feel about to engulf him.



“Finally,” said Aurelius softly. “I have been waiting for so long to hear you say the words.”



“What words?” asked Natalya.



“Divorce,” said Aurelius heavily. “I have been expecting it. I always thought it would come in the guise of your family lawyers serving me with papers. I must confess, I never thought it would come in the middle of the night.”



“You’ve been expecting it?” asked Natalya as a note of hysteria filled her voice. Was he asking her for a divorce?



“Ever since we married,” said Aurelius flatly. “I’ve spent years waiting for you to leave me.”



Natalya stared at him stunned.