After Party
Continuation of Mating For Life
“Neither of you may ever discuss your bond to me.” Natalie eyed both men carefully, watching as the pale blue wisps of magic swirled around them all.
“You will continue on as if your plan worked.”
Both men nodded. “Speak!” Natalie shouted.
“Yes Mistress.” The magic grew closer, ghosting over their bare legs.
“You will protect me above all else.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“You will perform all of your duties to my satisfaction.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Swear the oath.” She snarled, her wand upraised. The two men followed suit.
“My word is my oath and my bond.” And, the magic took hold.
Natalie stood, summoning a golden chalice from the sideboard as she did. She swirled its contents staring down into the deep red liquid, her mind thousands of miles away.
She handed the chalice first to Dickson who bowed his head in homage, then raised his hands for the chalice. Cradling it protectively, he drank deeply from its contents before handing it back to his wife. She in turn handed it to Nicholas whose eyes flashed in both awareness and anger. He haughtily reached for the chalice, but Natalie moved it out of his reach. Nicholas closed his eyes, sighing in ultimate defeat and submission. He bowed his head then lifted his hands reverently for Natalie’s proffered gift. Natalie shook her head, pushing his hands down, tilting the chalice to his lips from her own hands, the gesture immensely significant to the two Monterichelieu, almost lost on Dickson. Once Nicholas drank deeply from the chalice, finishing its contents, Natalie set it aside and moved to Dick’s side. She pulled his head backwards by his blond hair, exposing his lips to her claiming kiss. She licked the residue from his lips, leaving him panting for more. She glided from his side and repeated the process with Nicholas.
“You are mine, marked or not, you are mine.” Natalie glared at the two humiliated men.
“Go to your room Nicholas. Dickson go to sleep.” She ordered softly, turning her back on them to stare out her window, lost in her own thoughts.
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Snape sat in his worn chair, the book from Natalie open in his hands, the amethyst bracelet marking his page. He studied the chapter very carefully becoming quite certain of the reason why the book opened so easily to this particular chapter each and every time he let it fall open. He fingered the amethyst resting in the crevice between the pages, pondering possible connections to a larger amethyst amulet he most recently spied around a very enticing witch's neck.
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More to follow. Soon I hope. Thanks so much for your patience and for reading along with me. Pitt