Wizard's Porn

This chapter mostly had problems with me putting the letters in the wrong order in the words (or should it be wrods??). I’m really not having a good day, am I? lol. Luckily my spellcheck corrected most of them for me – with some really funny results as it put the letters where it thought… some of the sentences went completely out of context! (and context took me three goes to type in!)



Errors are all blamed on my dyslexia, amusing as they look to me, I know you don’t appreciate them; but my beta is still not very well (and very is spelt with a V, not a W); but seeing as its only 2 hours after I posted the last chapter, that’s hardly surprising.





In answer to reviews (I thought typing in context was bad – answer took a little while to get right too.)



meankitty69 A mmm-mmm good? That’ll do for me!

I’ll update pretty frequently, though today has been a pain!



mariteri Could I heck as type your name! I had to copy it across!

No, its not Harry, though I am VERY fond of gay Harry! *squee* (should that have a W in it?) No, the other anonymous characters are just walk on, walk off parts and are nobody we know… though I’ll work Harry in for you, and heck, he’ll fly for the other quidditch team too. How’s that? (though, that would be cricket).



Abby I like you, I can spell your name! *dances* I’m glad you think I’m a great writer, because I certainly don’t feel like it today! I’m glad you liked the character dynamics.



(How come I can spell ‘dynamics’, but ‘glad’ took three goes?! Eh? WTF?!)



Sorry, (and that got 2 Os on the first go – turned to ‘sooty’ by Word) I’m not bitching at you, I’m just getting more and more frustrated. Your comment really picked me up. *hugs*



mary Sorry you feel confused, the only alter egos you need worry about are Max – aka Lucius and Juliet – aka Hermione. The rest are just OCs who appear. I keep their aliases going as when they’re on stage they are essentially different people. They have a different appearance and thoughts.



Thank you for letting me know, and I’ll work to make it less confusing in the future – let me know if I fail in this (fail, not FALL, *grrrr*) or if I succeed.



LaBibliographe don’t ask what your penname came out like… it got copied too. *sigh*



Is that rather well painted scene a request? *scratches head* I might be able to do something with that… hmmm.



Oh my! I’m NOT the only sock collector? REALLY? *happy dance* (n goes before the c! not the other way around). I can’t borrow (borrow doesn’t have 3 Rs in it!) my baby’s socks because they’re miles too big! I have kiddie-sized feet! I’m only a 3.



She changes his mind alright… muhahahaha.



Lucius’s (I’m glad that name’s on spellcheck!) backstory came to me in a little puff of wow from my muse… I get them from time to time.



I like spiders, we get crackers that are about an inch long – we call them all Bob and let them go… wasps, on the other hand, make me scream and run away. My beta deals with them for me.



I always wanted to get my own back on the Dursleys.



I like my depth, but I’m always worried I’m going TOO deep into things, and that’s when I forget the plot and put too much into my backstory.



My M/M is better than my M/F! I write better gay sex than het! Though, it was what I wrote first on another fandom – and there I had the two gorgeous vampires (aka. Jean-Claude and Asher) to play with… *dribble*.



I had to write a bit about experimenting, and a good gay friend of mine pointed out that gay men give better fellatio than women. (Though, I don’t know how he knew that.) And a bi friend said the same thing about her female partners versus the male. To me, it was common sense. And it isn’t uncommon for straight blokes to fantasise about performing fellatio; but not many admit to it.



I know you correct me, but don’t bother on these two – I know they’re bad, but I’m not sure when my beta will be up and about from her bed. I’m having a bad day with my words. (words took 3 goes to type). I’m not complaining at you, you do a great job of spotting my whoopsies, but for these past 2, I know they’re there, but I can’t actually see them. On a good day, I’ll go back and find them!



LadyVoldemort87 Cool, I’m 21 on 11th Sep (yeah, not the best b-day in recent times). The eighties and early nineties (that came out as ninny) were the best!



Keep on rambling, you make my day! You make me laugh!



Wistful-Stargazer Ah! Squee does have a Q in it! Ha! Go me!

Your review reads like you’re talking a mile a minute! You sound so excited! I’m glad you like it!



I like my romance, the whole chivalry is not dead thing. *sigh*



Lucius has grown up in a loveless life, and it’s a case of monkey-see-monkey-do. He doesn’t know how to love – obsess and covert, yes, but not love.



Narcissa and Remus go well together, that’s going to turn out rather nicely…



Information comes from a good book, 1 gay friend and 1 bi friend. They really opened my eyes!



Glad you like it!





Ps. My phonetic French accent is rather spiffy, but my Italian is appauling! So I haven’t bothered attempting to write it phonetically… just thrown in a few Italian words.





Juliet relaxed back against the pillows against the headboard, her hair trailed over her left shoulder, settled between the valley of her breasts, over her stomach and onto her right thigh. She had a sly smile and sparkling eyes; Max compared her to an Amazonian princess warrior, she was looking too ferocious to be a gentle fertility Goddess tonight.



‘I wonder how many faces she has?’ he thought, crawling up the bed toward her. He moved to kiss her, planting gentle touches of his lips on hers. She whispered in his ear.



“Can you do an Italian accent?”



“Sì. Sono fluente, realmente.” He grinned at her, “La mia voce li soddisfa?”



“Oh...” Juliet moaned, loving the words she barely understood that he purred into her ear.



“Is this pretty scrap of silk and lace for il mio beneficio?” Max purred, his accent flawless.



“Of course… who else would it be for, my Roman God?” she sighed as he began peppering little kisses on her shoulder and then down her right arm.



“Hmm… and who am I, il mio amore, which God are you to be sacrificed to?” he lay his head on her thigh and looked up at her.



“Sacrificed? Hmm… If I must be sacrificed to a God, then Mars – the God of war, the strongest (save Jupiter), is my choice.” She said with a playful grin, trailing her small hand over his rippling chest muscles.



“Marte is a good choice, my little sacrificio.” Max said with a predatory look as he moved off her, pulling her further down the bed by her ankles so she lay flat. “And if I am a God of such strength, then I can do this…” Juliet’s negligee was ripped from bottom to top in his hands, opening her like a present for his attention.



“Are you alright, la mia signora? Is this comfortable?”



“Yes, it’s fine!” she gasped, arching into his touch as his mouth latched onto one nipple, he was shocked to find it leaked as he suckled, a stage, almost vanilla tasting substance on his tongue; he continued to lap at the pink buds, tasting more.



“Hey!” she whispered, pulling him up to her level by the scruff of his neck (but making it look completely natural and sensual), “That’s for my son, not you! Stop suckling! The charm to hide it only goes so far!”



“Ah… my little sacrifice, I think there are other things much better than your ripe breasts” Max said with a glare that was only threatening in close proximity, “Here is much more suitable to my needs.” He said, dipping the tip of one finger into her opening – marvelling at how tight she was, especially for a new Mother.



“Ahhh!” she moaned, rubbing her breasts to clear the milk that had leaked from them, she should have warned him that her breasts were very much off limits.



Max gently eased his entire digit in, wriggling it around until she gasped, arching in surprise as he mercilessly pleasured her; bringing her to a screaming orgasm with alarming speed.



“Ah! My sacrifice screams so prettily… perhaps she screams my name this time?” he chuckled, inserting another finger and repeating his previous movements; drawing her into a crashing orgasm without her having recovered from the first.



“Maaaaax! Oh Max!” she cried, pulling him to her and holding him. Max returned to whispering in Italian, while the last spasms of her heat gripped his fingers.



“Are you alright?” he said after a little while, stroking her face with his clean hand.



“I come screaming twice, and you are daft enough to ask if I’m alright?” she said with a giggle, throwing him onto his back, “Now, my Roman God, what a beautiful alter you make.”



Slowly she tugged down the cotton pants, carelessly throwing them to the other side of the stage; wrapping her tiny hand around his impressive girth. Max arched, thanking whoever brewed the slime he had to drink for adding the stamina potion, he’d have come the moment she gripped him otherwise.



“Ah! Ah! Ai!” he groaned, his head moving from side to side on the pillows as she stroked him just right



“Cara, I will come! Stop! Goddess! Stop!” he moaned, gripping the base of his shaft to halt his climax.



“Such wonderful hands, so soft, so warm, so magical.” He whispered, pulling her onto his chest for another kiss. “I am yours, Goddess, what do you wish of me?”



“This.” She said, angling his length vertical before sinking down onto it very slowly; partly to prolong his pleasure, partly to adjust to it’s size.



“Dea! Please! Please! Do not torture me! Please!” he cried, aching to sink her onto his length and to hear the slap of her plump bottom on his thighs. He settled for moving his hands to her sides, gently holding her ribs as she continued to lower herself.



“Ah!” she moaned, throwing back her head as he hit her cervix, holding still for a moment and just staring into his black-coffee eyes.



Slowly she started to rock back and forth, stimulating her little bundle of nerves on his jet black wiry curls.

“Please! Oh! Please!” Max groaned, lifting her slightly and then bringing her down, giving him the friction he wanted.



“Wait.” He said, planting his feet flat on the bed, draping her back onto his thighs and knees, the angle hitting her G-spot dead on.



“Ahhhhhh!” she cried, fluttering around him. She began to slowly lift up from him and them back down; up and down; up and down. Gently she increased the pace, until the stimulation became too much and she leaned over him – her full breasts hovering and swaying above his face as she placed her palms by his head.



“Yes! That’s it! That’s it!” he groaned, moving his hips to counter her thrusts; sending her over the edge for the third time. She slumped boneless over his chest.



“Cara. Cara? Please! Do not leave me wanting! Please!” he begged, knowing it was below Max to do so; yet he’d been begging like a submissive all night!



Gently he rolled them, still hard and seated within her, thrusting carefully into her over-sensitised sheath.



“My Goddess… is there one more? One more for me?” he whimpered, reaching down to rub her clit as she gasped, shattering once more in a beautiful display of passion, her chest and cheeks flushed ruby.



“Ah!” he cried, pushing deep as his seed shot into her, he thrust weakly as he finished, the last spurts barely trickles. Sated, he carefully lowered himself onto her, nuzzling at her neck in a tender gesture, whispering in Italian.



The curtain fell.