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Adult ++
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1
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2,888
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2
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Let Them Eat Cake
Title: “Let them Eat Cake”
Fred goes to a costume party and has a little fun of his own. FW/HG
A/N and Disclaimer: Part of this story was inspired by the movie “Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.” If you recognize the part that I'm talking about, you get a cookie! Due to the powers that be, I own none of this, just claiming the plot.
***
“You look fine; besides, it’s only a fancy dress party. Don’t you want to have the fanciest dress there? Besides,” George leaned closer to the mirror in their bathroom, applying one last layer of eye liner to complete his look. “Hermione will be there.”
“Well, I don’t see why I have to be Marie Antoinette. I mean, why couldn’t I have been Cleopatra? Or at least someone who didn’t have to wear a corset.” Fred grumbled as he pulled on a wig.
“No. I’ve told you, you have what the French call a certain Je ne say quoi, so you should be Marie. So, put on your big girl panties and deal with it.” George grabbed his wig off the mantle and rushed to put it on. “Hurry up, or we’ll be late. Ministry of Magic Ballroom!” In a snap, George was gone.
“Fine,” Fred said to now one but himself. “But I’m not gonna like it. Ministry of Magic Ballroom.”
***
The opulent ballroom was decked out in all its post-war finery. Blood red drapes covered floor to ceiling window, candles floated invisible in the air as couples danced, dressed in crazy outfits. One outfit stood out like a beacon through the crowd.
A girl, with wild, bushy hair trying to escape from under a top hat was mingling around the punch bowl. Hermione Granger. Ha, thought Fred, someone that I can relate to. Brushing off officials and well wishers, Fred made his way to the brunette.
“You should try the cake, it’s delicious,” Fred whispered in her ear, smiling as she jumped a foot in the air. “It’s good to know that all of Mad-eye’s advice didn’t go to waste on young ears.”
Laughing, Hermione pulled Fred into a tight hug. “I’m so glad you’re here. I can’t remember the last time I was so bored. Marie, am I right?”
“Of course, Luv. Pre-guillotine Marie as a matter of fact. However, we’ve been developing some new products at the shop that can make it look as if one has no head.” Fred laughed, pulling her over to one of the windows. “I actually wanted to be a pirate, but George, Merlin help him, persuaded me to this. Lost my mind, I have. However, who do we have here?” Fred pointed to a stuffed animal underneath her arm.
“Ah, you can’t tell? I’m ashamed. I’m Darwin. Get it, the Beagle,” she presented a snoopy-like stuffed animal. “Evolution. You’re hopeless, you know, but at least you look delicious in that outfit. Almost cake-like, if you’d think about it. So, what’s under the skirt? Please tell me that George is making you wear period knickers.” She collapsed in a fit of giggles.
“Laugh it up, ‘Darwin”, laugh it up. I remember last year’s party. Something about Little Bo Peep comes to mind,” Fred grinned as a wicked idea popped into his head. “However, if you’re so interested in what’s under my skirts, I’ll show you.”
Pulling her into an empty closet, he pushed her up against the wall as he began to kiss her. Slowly unknotting the lace cravat surrounding her creamy neck, he whispered in her ear, “I bet you want to know if my cock is just as hard as you are wet. Don’t deny it, Luv. I can smell your excitement, but can you feel mine?” Pumping his hips against her, he laughed at the confused look on her face.
“Well, I can’t even feel mine at the moment, so how about this?” Fred pulled up his skirts, showing her that he was going “knickerless” for this costume ball. Grabbing her hand, he placed it roughly on his cock as he began to caress her clit through the rough material of her trousers. “I’m aching for you, Luv. Are you dripping for me?”
Unbuttoning her trousers, he sneaked in a hand that found her dripping with need.
“Don’t tease, Fred,” Hermione whined as he continued to rub her clit, focusing all his energy into trying to make his witch come undone. “You’re the one who’s the cause of this. Why don’t you fix it?” She groaned as he increased the pressure on her clit.
“All you have to do is ask, Luv.” After a well placed locking and silencing charm, Fred removed her trousers, leaving her in a rumpled Frock coat, top hat an beagle resting on the floor. “Is this what you wanted? Is this what you’ve been waiting for all night, to have my face in your cunt?
He began placing small nipping kisses on her inner thigh, working his way up to her dripping cunt. Being sure to avoid her clit, he began a torturously slow process of licking her everywhere except where she wanted it the most.
“Damnit, Fred.” She couldn’t take much more of this. Twining her fingers into his hair, she pulled him up to where she wanted him, almost screaming as he focused on her clit.
No matter how much she was enjoying it, Fred was beginning to feel left out, his aching cock a constant reminder. Picking her up with no preamble, he pushed her down onto his dripping cock. They both moaned at the sensations.
“Been wanting to do this for a while, Luv.” Fred started pumping his hips, using the wall as leverage. Whoever said shagging in a dress was easy should be shot. It was the most bloody awful position when the skirts kept getting in the way. “I’ve had enough of this.” Fred paused in mid-thrust and ripped at the skirts he was wearing.
“Stupid costume getting in the way. Can’t have that, now can we?”
Soon, he was thrusting with renewed vigor, gasping as she clenched. “Almost there, are you, Luv? You just love having me inside, fucking you, pumping you, owning you.” He punctuated each word with a thrust.
“Yes, Fred,” Hermione moaned. “Fuck yes! Mmmm, yes!”
Fred gasped as he felt her tense up, orgasm imminent. Pumping faster and faster, he emptied into her, moaning her name as she gasped his. Resting his head on her shoulders, he said, “I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that, Luv. Now, could you help me with this?”
She laughed as she helped him attach his skirts back on.
Fred goes to a costume party and has a little fun of his own. FW/HG
A/N and Disclaimer: Part of this story was inspired by the movie “Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.” If you recognize the part that I'm talking about, you get a cookie! Due to the powers that be, I own none of this, just claiming the plot.
***
“You look fine; besides, it’s only a fancy dress party. Don’t you want to have the fanciest dress there? Besides,” George leaned closer to the mirror in their bathroom, applying one last layer of eye liner to complete his look. “Hermione will be there.”
“Well, I don’t see why I have to be Marie Antoinette. I mean, why couldn’t I have been Cleopatra? Or at least someone who didn’t have to wear a corset.” Fred grumbled as he pulled on a wig.
“No. I’ve told you, you have what the French call a certain Je ne say quoi, so you should be Marie. So, put on your big girl panties and deal with it.” George grabbed his wig off the mantle and rushed to put it on. “Hurry up, or we’ll be late. Ministry of Magic Ballroom!” In a snap, George was gone.
“Fine,” Fred said to now one but himself. “But I’m not gonna like it. Ministry of Magic Ballroom.”
***
The opulent ballroom was decked out in all its post-war finery. Blood red drapes covered floor to ceiling window, candles floated invisible in the air as couples danced, dressed in crazy outfits. One outfit stood out like a beacon through the crowd.
A girl, with wild, bushy hair trying to escape from under a top hat was mingling around the punch bowl. Hermione Granger. Ha, thought Fred, someone that I can relate to. Brushing off officials and well wishers, Fred made his way to the brunette.
“You should try the cake, it’s delicious,” Fred whispered in her ear, smiling as she jumped a foot in the air. “It’s good to know that all of Mad-eye’s advice didn’t go to waste on young ears.”
Laughing, Hermione pulled Fred into a tight hug. “I’m so glad you’re here. I can’t remember the last time I was so bored. Marie, am I right?”
“Of course, Luv. Pre-guillotine Marie as a matter of fact. However, we’ve been developing some new products at the shop that can make it look as if one has no head.” Fred laughed, pulling her over to one of the windows. “I actually wanted to be a pirate, but George, Merlin help him, persuaded me to this. Lost my mind, I have. However, who do we have here?” Fred pointed to a stuffed animal underneath her arm.
“Ah, you can’t tell? I’m ashamed. I’m Darwin. Get it, the Beagle,” she presented a snoopy-like stuffed animal. “Evolution. You’re hopeless, you know, but at least you look delicious in that outfit. Almost cake-like, if you’d think about it. So, what’s under the skirt? Please tell me that George is making you wear period knickers.” She collapsed in a fit of giggles.
“Laugh it up, ‘Darwin”, laugh it up. I remember last year’s party. Something about Little Bo Peep comes to mind,” Fred grinned as a wicked idea popped into his head. “However, if you’re so interested in what’s under my skirts, I’ll show you.”
Pulling her into an empty closet, he pushed her up against the wall as he began to kiss her. Slowly unknotting the lace cravat surrounding her creamy neck, he whispered in her ear, “I bet you want to know if my cock is just as hard as you are wet. Don’t deny it, Luv. I can smell your excitement, but can you feel mine?” Pumping his hips against her, he laughed at the confused look on her face.
“Well, I can’t even feel mine at the moment, so how about this?” Fred pulled up his skirts, showing her that he was going “knickerless” for this costume ball. Grabbing her hand, he placed it roughly on his cock as he began to caress her clit through the rough material of her trousers. “I’m aching for you, Luv. Are you dripping for me?”
Unbuttoning her trousers, he sneaked in a hand that found her dripping with need.
“Don’t tease, Fred,” Hermione whined as he continued to rub her clit, focusing all his energy into trying to make his witch come undone. “You’re the one who’s the cause of this. Why don’t you fix it?” She groaned as he increased the pressure on her clit.
“All you have to do is ask, Luv.” After a well placed locking and silencing charm, Fred removed her trousers, leaving her in a rumpled Frock coat, top hat an beagle resting on the floor. “Is this what you wanted? Is this what you’ve been waiting for all night, to have my face in your cunt?
He began placing small nipping kisses on her inner thigh, working his way up to her dripping cunt. Being sure to avoid her clit, he began a torturously slow process of licking her everywhere except where she wanted it the most.
“Damnit, Fred.” She couldn’t take much more of this. Twining her fingers into his hair, she pulled him up to where she wanted him, almost screaming as he focused on her clit.
No matter how much she was enjoying it, Fred was beginning to feel left out, his aching cock a constant reminder. Picking her up with no preamble, he pushed her down onto his dripping cock. They both moaned at the sensations.
“Been wanting to do this for a while, Luv.” Fred started pumping his hips, using the wall as leverage. Whoever said shagging in a dress was easy should be shot. It was the most bloody awful position when the skirts kept getting in the way. “I’ve had enough of this.” Fred paused in mid-thrust and ripped at the skirts he was wearing.
“Stupid costume getting in the way. Can’t have that, now can we?”
Soon, he was thrusting with renewed vigor, gasping as she clenched. “Almost there, are you, Luv? You just love having me inside, fucking you, pumping you, owning you.” He punctuated each word with a thrust.
“Yes, Fred,” Hermione moaned. “Fuck yes! Mmmm, yes!”
Fred gasped as he felt her tense up, orgasm imminent. Pumping faster and faster, he emptied into her, moaning her name as she gasped his. Resting his head on her shoulders, he said, “I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that, Luv. Now, could you help me with this?”
She laughed as she helped him attach his skirts back on.