The Luckiest Man on Earth

The Luckiest Man on Earth

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Chapter 7: The Pillow Book

The Next Evening:

“Merlin Katie,” whispered Marcus as he opened his Transfiguration book in the quiet Library. “Tell me.”

“You are just so impatient sometimes,” teased Katie as she gave him a flirtatious look. She fingered a l bol book in front of her.

“Give me a hint,” said Marcus seriously.

“I’ll give you more than a hint,” whispered Katie as she looked around the library to see if anyone was watching. She cast a privacy spell on the small leather bound book in front of her and gave it to Marcus with a twinkle in her eyes.

“It’s a book,” said Marcus with a touch of disappointment in his voice.

“Not just any book,” said Katie with a twinkle. “It’s a custom made special book. I can’t believe Isabelle went through the trouble and expense of actually obtaining one. In the Far East, witches on their wedding nights are given a pillow book by their female relatives. It’s a rite of passage. Isabelle’s mother is Vietnamese, so she gave her one. Now that I am to be married, she gave me one. But she told me not to tell my mother.”

“What is it?” asked Marcus. He curiosity was piqued. He had known that Isabelle was French and Vietnamese. He had seen pictures of her. She looked wonderfully exotic. Owen was a lucky man.

“A Pillow book is meant to be a guide and a journal of sorts,” said Katie with a blush.

Marcus opened the book and grinned. Katie’s blushes made sense now. The book was a series of wonderfully detailed wizarding drawings of a couple and their f nig night as man and wife. Marcus read the flowing script avidly as it detailed the actual mechanics of achieving the many varied sexual positions being demonstrated on the page opposite. He quickly flipped to the back and found a number of spells and potion recipes that ensured a ‘memorable’ wedding night. He flicked open a page then gave a small gasp as he realized something.

“Katie,” said Marcus as he touched the page. “The two people in this book. Am I imaging things or do they look like us?”

“You aren’t imagining anything Tiger,” whispered Katie hotly in his ear. She ran an exploring hand up his thigh. “The minute we both touched the book, the figures were charmed to take on our characteristics.”

Marcus looked at the nude reclining figure that looked exactly like Katie. He swallowed when the figure crooked a finger at him. He gave a start when Katie’s slim fingers began to slowly outline the shape of his penis through the cloth of his trousers. He gave a smothered moan as Katie’s fingers rubbed at his growing erection.

“Turn to page thirteen,” whispered Katie in his ear.

Marcus turned to the page and blinked.

“I want to do that,” said Katie seriously.

“It looks strenuous,” said Marcus as he grabbed her hand and rubbed against it harder.

“Good thing that you are athletic then,” purred Katie. “And it’s a good t tha that I have absolutely nothing on under my robes.”

“Merlin,” croaked Marcus. He panted as he looked into Katie’s passionate eyes. “Where?”

Katie gave a small frown as she considered their options. One, it had to be close and private.

“Your room?” said Katie.

“Snape is lurking,” said Marcus.

“That’s too bad,” said Katie with a sigh of regret. “If we had the privacy of your room, then we could do page six.”

Marcus turned to page six and his temperature soared.

“Fuck Snape,” said Marcus as he hauled Katie to her feet and dragged her out of the library. Katie barely had time to snatch up their schoolbooks and the pillow book. A few minutes later, Katie giggled as Marcus dragged her past his Slytherin dorm mates and down the Slytherin seventh year boy’s corridor.

Terry looked up in surprise from his homework as Marcus slammed into the room like a hurricane. Adrian grumbled from his bed as he woke up. Katie tried to extract her hand from Marcus’s grip but the Slytherin was strong and determined.

“Out,” said Marcus sternly.

“Trouble in paradise,” asked Adrian as he crawled out of bed with a grumble.

“Needing privacy to have another fight,” asked Terry as he rolled up the parchment he was working on.

“Not at all,” said Marcus as he lifted Katie up and tossed her on his bed. Katie’s face flushed a deep scarlet.

“Oh,” said Adrian with a snicker.

“A shag then,” said Terry with a shrug as he turned to leave. “But be forewarned Snape is on the warpath.”

“Don’t care,” said Marcus as he tossed off his jumper. Katie hissed his name as she buried her face in the pillows. She was mortified.

“I’ll be leaving before any more clothing is removed,” said Adrian with a grin.

“Hurry,” said Marcus with a grin of his own. His roommates left with a few grumbles and a sarcastic Adrian shielding his eyes.

“You are shameless,” said Katie as she lifted her head after Adrian and Terry left. She drank in the sight of Marcus shirtless.

Marcus slid a hand down his flat stomach. Katie’s eyes followed his hand and she swallowed. She shivered with anticipation. She avidly watched as he undid the buttons on his trousers slowly and teasingly.

“Take that robe off,” said Marcus seriously. He opened the pillow book to page thirteen and put it propped up against the nightstand. Katie shrugged off the robe then reclined against his pillows. She crooked her finger at him with a smile. Marcus slid his trousers and boxers off with twist of his hips and stalked towards her. Katie gave a moan of desire as he shifted onto the bed.

“Marcus,” whispered Katie. “Have I ever told you how magnificent you look like without clothes? In fact, it is a crime to cover that body up.”

“Kitten,” said Marcus huskily. “Do you have any idea how delicious you are?”

“Wait,” said Katie with an excited look. She took out her wand and pointed at Marcus. “Captis mentibus.” She turned her wand on herself and repeated the spell but Marcus was completely unaware of it. He felt like liquid desire was heating his blood to the boiling point. He closed his eyes as a surge of desire went through him like a flame. He opened his eyes to see an eager Katie lean up and wrap herself around his body like she was a tentacle.

“Oh Merlin,” gasped Katie as Marcus’s mouth fastened on her rosy nipples. “I need you Marcus.” Her thighs tightened around his hips and she could feel him hot and hard against her stomach.

“Get me ready,” urged Marcus hotly as he unwrapped her from his hips and knelt up on the bed. He urged her head between his thighs and gave a strangled moan when her mouth enveloped his erection with molten heat. He watched her lick at him delicately through hooded eyes and urged himself deeper into her mouth.

Katie’s tongue swirled around his velvety cock as she closed her eyes and savored the feel of him in her mouth. She moaned, as she tasted his desire. Marcus stopped her bobbing head with a reluctant groan. Katie blinked at him then smiled when he whispered, “page thirteen.”

“Show me how,” moaned Katie as she licked at his collarbone. She wrapped her arms around his neck and panted as Marcus leaned back on his haunches and pulled her up on his lap. She knelt astride his hard body and giggled when he turned to the book and quickly read a passage.

Katie gasped as Marcus arranged her knees and legs then surged into her with a deep thrust of his hips. He cupped her breasts in his large hands and began to urge her up and down on his lap. His mouth nipped at her nipples and Katie threw back her head. Sweet sensation flooded her body as they moved against each other kneeling up on the bed.

“Ohhh,” moaned Katie as his erection rubbed her sheath in angles she had never experienced before. She grasped at his head as he teased and sucked at her erect and sensitive nipples.

“Let’s go faster,” urged Marcus as he lifted his head and grasped at her hips with strong hands. Katie groaned as Marcus moved her up and down faster and faster. A wild feeling of excitement filled her veins as they moved together wildly and passionately. Katie could vaguely hear herself screaming his name when her orgasm crashed over her long pulse pounding minutes later.

“Katie,” gasped Marcus as he poured his passion deep inside her and held her hips as he weakly kept pushing into her.

Katie clutched at his strong biceps as her head finally began to stop spinning. She could feel him inside her. He was still thick and pulsing. She gazed into his dark passionate eyes and gave a shiver of desire. Marcus pushed her off his lap and onto her back with a lazy intent gesture.

Katie spread her legs for him as he settled his slim hips between her thighs. She knew what that look meant. She arched her back languidly when he surged into her a scant second later. His erection was hard and throbbing. This time he took her hard and fast. Her back was sliding up and down the silk sheets as he pounded into her with relentless hard strokes. A strong orgasm surged through her plaint body again and again until he slammed into her hard. Marcus threw back his head and growled as he pumped his semen deep inside her. Katie clutched at his shoulders and hung on as he jerked on top of her.

They lay there for long minutes wrapped around each other. Katie relished his weight as she stroked his back. He lifted off of her with a murmured apology but only shifted a bit over. His heavy thigh was draped over her soft hips and a hand was curled possessively around her breast. Their sweaty limbs were intertwined. His face was buried in her neck. Katie could feel her desire for him curling around her consciousness. The biting burning desire was sated for the moment. But she knew the feeling would come back.

“The spell,” murmured Marcus. “What does it mean?”

“Captis mentibus means flaming desire,” said Katie as she wrapped a hand around his bicep and stroked his smooth skin.

“Hmmmm,” said Marcus as he licked her ear. Katie shivered. “You do know that I am still very, very hungry.”

“So am I,” whispered Katie as Marcus slanted his mouth over hers in a hot deep kiss. He nibbled on her bottom lip lasciviously.

“My love,” purred Marcus. “I do hope Adrian and Terry can find somewhere else to sleep tonight. We still have to try page six.”

On top of the North Tower:

Terry handed Adrian the bottle of firewhiskey, as they lay on a blanket under a dark sky alive with sparkling stars. Terry was sprawled with a hand behind his neck and pointed out the constellations to a lazy Adrian.

“When can I go back to bed,” asked Adrian as he took a swallow of the firewhiskey.

“After they are finished, I guess,” said Terry as he shifted closer to his best mate. “I’m cold.”

Adrian slung an arm around Terry and pulled him into his body heat.

“So are you and Daria still seeing each other,” asked Adrian curiously. “What’s all that homework about?”

“She’s in my Ancient Runes and Arithmacy class,” said Terry as he shifted his head to lie on Adrian’s chest. “She’s quite bright.”

Adrian played with Terry’s silky hair absentmindedly.

“Daria is the only girl I have shagged that actually talks to me,” said Terry as he buried his head closer.

“I talk to you,” said Adrian a trifle insulted.

“I said girl,” said Terry mildly. Adrian resumed stroking Terry’s hair.

“I did something mad,” said Terry after a short comfortable silence.

“What?” asked Adrian softly. The bottle of firewhiskey lay forgotten by the blanket.

Terry explained what he had dared Alicia to do.

“Cheat on Weasley,” said Adrian with a snort. “Have you thought this whole ultimatum through?”

“No,” sighed Terry as he leaned up on an elbow. “I’m such a prat. You see I really fancy Daria but Alicia just sets me on fire.”

“You are not a prat,” said Adrian loyally as he stroked the back of Terry’s neck comfortingly. Adrian was just so comfortable and relaxed, that when Terry leaned down and gave him a soft kiss, Adrian kissed him back.

The atmosphere between them wasn’t strident and passionate but languid and full of love. They lay together exchanging soft seeking kisses in the moonlight. Adrian mistily thought that Terry still had the sweetest mouth of any of his previous lovers.

Terry kissed the edges of Adrian’s pouting mouth with a sigh. He couldn’t explain it but their relationship was stronger now that they had girlfriends. He wrapped a hand around Adrian’s neck and explored his mouth with his seeking tongue.

Neither Slytherin heard Angelina coming up the stairs.