The Septumverate - Year I - The Year of the Cat

Olivia Vane was in her bedroom and she was horny. She hadn’t been given a good seeing to for more than a month. Sure, she’d shagged a couple of guys she’d met in muggle bars, but that didn’t really count, not when she compared it to the feeling of having Mark inside her.

Mark had been her boyfriend for nearly a year now: they got together near the beginning of fourth year at their school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Sex with a wizard was on a whole different level to sex with a muggle, in her opinion. The magical bond gave her an extra heat, an extra buzz that really got her juices flowing. She didn’t hate muggles or anything, she didn’t consider them any lower in society, but when it came to sex a magic wand was better than an ordinary one.

Then there was sex with Mark. He always made her come hard. Once he made her come so hard she almost passed out. It wasn’t just his long, thick cock either, he was amazing with his tongue and his fingers. She was soaking wet just from thinking about him.

He also really understood her. Their relationship wasn’t exactly exclusive, and this suited them both. As far as their teenage minds could comprehend, this was perfection. Mind-blowing sex with someone they had a real connection with, plus the opportunity to go out and see what else was on offer.

Olivia couldn’t take it any more – she needed release. It was mid-August and very hot, and all she was wearing was her favourite skimpy bra and panties set – a black lace bra and matching thong. The colour matched her long black hair. She undid the clasp on the bra and removed it, baring her large D cup breasts to the summer air. They were impressive for a 15-year-old, she liked to think, and they went perfectly with her curvy figure. Her right hand came up to her boobs, and she played with her nipples. She imagined it was Mark’s hand touching her, massaging her tits and pinching her nipples, getting them hard. She lay back on her bed and continued her ministrations, loving the feeling of her hand on her breasts. She spread her legs slightly and brought her left hand down to her soaking wet panties, beginning to rub her mound through the moist fabric. As she started to work up a sweat, she thought more and more about Mark and what he would do next. Unfortunately she wouldn’t be able to tongue-fuck herself to orgasm, as he was so adept at doing, but she’d settle for the best she could do.

She reluctantly stopped her actions to remove her thong, sliding it all the way down her legs and off. Now she was completely naked, her trimmed pubic hair as dark as the hair on her head. Her pink pussy glistened with her arousal, but she wasn’t in the mood to stop and stare at it. Her right hand moved down to her sex and resumed the stroking, moving up and down from her pubis to her perineum and back. Her left hand, meanwhile, worked further on her boobs, massaging and stroking them. Before long, she was tired of teasing herself, and pushed a finger into her pussy. She thought of Mark’s fingers and Mark’s cock, thrusting in and out of her womanhood and giving her incredible pleasure whenever they did so. She searched for her g-spot inside her pussy, but was frustrated as she couldn’t quite find the right place. Damn him for being so good at hitting all the right areas. It made everything else seem so mundane. She inserted a second finger, pushing in as deep as she could. Suddenly she found the mark, and moaned loudly, a moan that she quickly tried to stifle or she would attract the attention of the rest of her family. Regaining her composure, she started to hit that spot more often, getting closer and closer to orgasm, but she couldn’t quite get there.

She got onto all fours, with her head and left arm on the bed, and reached her right hand underneath herself and pushed her fingers into her pussy once more. This is the position Mark had fucked her in on their last night at school, the first time they’d tried doggy-style, and it had had her coming in no time. She thought about Mark ploughing into her from behind, hitting the back of her pussy again and again as she finger-fucked herself. She kept plunging her fingers in and out, bringing herself to a very pleasing orgasm. She lay back down on the bed and pulled a sheet around her, pretending she was wrapped up in Mark’s arms after another mind blowing fuck.

There was a knock on the door. Olivia checked she was fully covered and then said, ‘come in.’
It was her sister, Romilda. Romilda was only 9, but Olivia could tell she was going to be a slim version of her when she grew up. ‘Mum says to come for dinner, it’s almost ready,’ she said.

‘OK,’ said Olivia, ‘I’m just coming.’ Romilda closed the door, and then Olivia threw the sheet off and wandered across to her chest of drawers. From the top drawer she took out a rough stone disc, obviously a very old object. She stared at the disc, and looked at the carvings. Around the outside were seven animals carved into the stone: a badger, a cat, a horse, a goat, an otter, a butterfly and a fox. Four of the animals – the goat, the otter, the butterfly and the fox were bright white, the others just the colour of the stone. She continued to stare at the stone for a few seconds, then put in back in the drawer and went downstairs for dinner.