Nott 2

Chapter 18: 26 August 10:30 AM -- 30 August 5:00 PM – Nott 2

"Wow! What a concoction!" Janice had said.

Janice and I had returned from London to complete the cleansing of the Nott Estate. We had prepared a potion to drive everything out of the cellar and attic of the house. It drove everything out and then chemically broke down after two hours. Janice had decided that everything in the cellar and attic had been spoiled by the Death Eaters, and we had hauled it all out and were burning it.

There was one room left, the study on the upper floor in the southeast corner. It had once been the favorite room of Janice, a morning person. Now it was inhabited by a swarm of big, ferocious, flying insects.

The drones were easily stunned and then levitated to the bonfire for the cellar and attic junk. That left the adult male and female – formidable creatures. Janice would stun them while I provided backup.

We entered the room. I saw them out of the corner of my eye as they began their attack. Without thinking, I hurled two quick curses. They exploded in mid air. They were mist.

Throughout the preparation of the noxious potion and the cleansing of the cellar and attic, Janice had watched Hermann work with single-minded concentration. Of all the things for me to get excited about, she thought, fighting down her arousal.

Then she had seen the violent streak in her kind, gentle Hermann. Is this the kind of woman I am? she wondered. I see his violent side, and my nipples press against my bra, my twat soaks my knickers, and I ache for his cock.

"My apologies," I said, turning to Janice. "I know you wanted to do it. It was reflexes."

A sweep of my wand cleaned the place. A detection spell told me nothing else remained in the room.

Janice had a strange expression on her face, as if she had never before seen two beings obliterated in a split second.

Janice had a wild look in her eyes that inflamed me. Not knowing I was such an animal, I said, "There is a ritual that a wizard can do with a consenting lady."

I held my hand over a carpet, performed an incantation, and motioned for Janice to stand on the carpet.

She kicked off her shoes and stepped onto the enchanted rug. She was aware that her toes had curled into the carpet, that her wand had slipped from her fingers and clattered to the floor, and that she had closed her eyes and let out a most enchanting moan.

Oh damn. What has he done to this rug? Oh, yes.

She lowered her head and gave him shy glances as he placed one hand on her waist. She sighed as his other hand massaged her neck. She was breathing heavily through her mouth. Standing on the rug, she believed what he had said this morning about liking her figure.

Let me show you what you like, darling. My blouse and bra can join my wand. Shouldn't you be doing more with your hands? It's not nice to tease your witch.

"Lie down, Janice."

You mean right here! Oh, you mean on this nice, comfy rug.

"Lift your skirt, Janice."

One view of soaking wet knickers. That's kinky! Coming right up, sweetie.

"Spread your legs, Janice."

You mean right now! Okay, we'll get this nice, sexy rug all wet.

Janice lifted her knees and let her legs fall open. She placed her hands beside her head in invitation.

You could have waited till we got to a bed, darling. And what's taking you so long?

She felt him penetrate her with no effort. She felt him part her flesh. She put her feet in the air. Her body and the mounds of her breasts rocked. Everything was quiet except for the sounds from between Janice's open lips and open thighs.

The room was filled with the sound and scent of Janice. Hermann was filled with an animal that wanted Janice.

Janice was filled with the realization that Hermann wanted her, Janice. He wanted Janice sex. He had entered her to give her pleasure. He had mounted her because he wanted to feel her softness, her firmness. He wanted to be nestling between her thighs, watching her face, hearing her moans, and enjoying her. Oh my, she thought. His affection penetrated her deeply, and the last of her defenses dropped away. She was moved by his affection, and she moved with him and for him. When it arrived for her, it started gently, but it built upon itself, and it ended with her entire body clenching him. She had never felt anything like this. She lay in languor ... too happy to be concerned about how completely he had possessed her.

I waited, still inside Janice, as the instructions suggested. Sweat rolled off her. Juice oozed out of her. Soon, everything was soaking wet.

I eased out of Janice. She looked at my still rampant erection. "Medieval magic can be crude," I explained. "This spell is just for you. Just your juices. Give me your knickers, Janice."

She lifted her hips, slid her knickers down and then off. I went to the center of the room and threw them to the floor. There was a soft splat. I held my hand over them and recited the incantation, seriously this time. Back in the dormitory at Durmstrang, we had found a book on medieval sex charms. We thought it hilarious and practiced them many times in jest. I never thought I would be doing one for real.

When I finished the incantation, I finally stuffed my erection, which wouldn't go away, back into my trousers ... rather painfully back into my trousers actually. A change began where Janice's wet knickers lay in the middle of the floor and spread to the rest of the room. The room had a subtle glow that enhanced Janice's complexion. It had a subtle fragrance that reminded me of Janice. A smile spread across Janice's face as the room welcomed her. Her eyes were shining.

"This room is yours, Janice. You can furnish it as you like. You can work in it, rest in it, meditate in it, pray in it, whatever."

She looked at her knickers. "The spell is finished," I said. "They're just laundry now."

I took Janice in one hand, picked up her knickers with the other, and led her out of the room. "Let's give it time to finish adjusting," I suggested.

After we left the room, Janice stopped, and lightly placed her hand on the bulge in my trousers. "What about this," she asked softly.

That erection was not going away.

"Legend has it that the incantations were performed by powerful wizards, "I said.

"Yes, powerful wizards," Janice sighed, not letting go of the bulge in my trousers.

"Legend has it that it was done for gentle ladies, who were grateful."

"Yes, very, very grateful," Janice breathed hoarsely, pressing herself against me.

"I have a bathtub," she whispered. "It's not huge, but it's big enough for two."

"We could tub Japanese style," I replied. "We can shower first, and then soak in clean water."

In the shower I covered Janice with soapsuds ... every inch of her. I rinsed her off. It was still there. I covered myself with soapsuds and rinsed off. It was still there. Janice kept looking at me and grinning. I refrained from saying, "I'm glad you're amused."

"Well," said Janice, "if we're going Japanese." She stepped over to her closet, picked out a kimono and flaunted how nicely it draped over her figure. She sedately walked over to her bed and arranged herself.

"Am I properly modest?" She was on her knees, head cradled in her arms. Her head was covered by her hair. The rest of her was covered by her kimono. We were going to play the secret ravishment of the innocent. It would be acceptable to everyone since no one could tell that Janice was being ravished. Except her feet weren't covered. I would watch her toes curl as she had her orgasm.

Easy. Easy. Easy. Innocent. I placed the tips of my fingers in the small of her kimono-clad back. I walked them up to her shoulder blades and then to her shoulder. I did it again even slower. I did it again just as slow. All innocent, except my erection against Janice's silk-covered round softness. I kept to the strict discipline of the finger-tip walk up her back until I felt Janice make small hip movements. I savored the slow surrender of the innocent lady under the kimono. I changed to just resting my fingertips above her hips. Deprived of the sensory input, Janice rotated her hips to compensate. She pushed her round silk-covered softness against me. I reached back to her ankles and slowly walked my fingertips up the outside of her legs. I calmly watched Janice rotate her hips. I reached back to her ankles and slowly walked my fingertips up the back of her legs. I watched Janice push against my erection. I pulled away from her, reached back to her ankles, and slowly walked my fingertips up the inside of her legs. Janice tried to push herself against me, but I kept my distance as I lightly stroked the inside of her thighs. I lightly stroked the inside of her thighs as Janice changed from rotating her hips to flexing the small of her back. It was the loss of innocence as I calmly watched the woman under the kimono offer herself.

I raised the kimono, placed my hands on her hips, and placed myself at the entrance to Janice. I kept her from pushing back. I enjoyed the silky softness as I slowly worked into Janice. I calmly enjoyed being inside the once innocent woman under the kimono. I listened to her softly moan for her lost innocence. I pulled out and slowly penetrated Janice again, listening to her sigh with pleasure. Once again, I pulled out. As I slowly worked back into her soft body, I saw that Janice was flexing her feet and ankles. I stayed all the way inside her as I moved my hands from under the kimono. I rested them gently at her waist. I felt Janice moving. I watched the silk kimono move. I watched her silky hair toss around, her shoulder and back muscles flex, and her round, silk-covered hips rotate as Janice began the repetitive moves of copulation. I felt Janice get slicker. I listened to the silk rustle as Janice was captured. I listened to the involuntary gasps as all innocence fled and Janice yielded to the iron grip of mating. I felt her desperately press against me. I heard a choked sob and watched her hands move from under her head and grip the bedspread. I felt Janice ripple and turn sopping wet. I watched her toes curl as she began her orgasm. I stayed in Janice and calmly enjoyed her contractions.

Afterwards, I was still erect. Janice regarded me with some concern.

"I just thought of something. Maybe I can talk it down," suggested Janice.

"What?" I asked.

"I'll tell you what a bad boy you are," replied Janice. "I'll tell you all those things about yourself that you don't want to admit."

"Oh, yeah. You'll deflate my ego and erection in one fell swoop. That's really considerate of you, Janice. I'll be forever grateful."

"Yes, when I finish you will be grateful," said Janice, straddling me. "Now, let me take care of this."

Straddling me, resting on her knees and elbows, Janice began gently running her fingers through my hair. "You're gentle," she said very quietly. "You really, really like the woman you're seducing, and you want her to know it. You want her to feel loved and appreciated."

Janice softly kissed me. "You want her to know she's attractive, elegant, kind, and understanding." Janice continued to softly kiss me. "That's why you want to have her."

With her skin just gazing mine, Janice slowly moved. "You go slowly with her. You give her time to get aroused."

"You give her gentle, but hungry kisses, like this." Janice gave me her sweet, hungry kisses.

"You continue to gently stroke her until she starts breathing heavily," said Janice starting to breath heavily.

"You embrace her and nuzzle her," said Janice, embracing and nuzzling me.

"You hope she moans with pleasure," moaned Janice.

"It's only then that you dare look into her eyes." gasped Janice. "It's only after she's aroused that you can reveal your possessiveness. You want to take her, the whole woman, not just use her body. You look into her eyes as she surrenders to you and spreads her legs." Janice looked into my eyes as she slowly spread her legs.

"You continue to look into her sparkling eyes as you enter her." Janice made a low, soft sound as she looked at me and slid part way onto my erection.

"You savor how it feels to penetrate an intelligent, mature woman." Janice raised herself on her hands so I could watch her face as she was entered. "Oh, gods," Janice whispered as my erection entered her.

"She's yours now. You can have her," sighed Janice.

"You press gently and rhythmically into her," said Janice moving her hips.

"Oh. You take the beautiful and capable lady. Oh, you're an animal, oh gods. You take the lady lovingly and kindly. Oh, Hermann."

"You possessive bastard!" gasped Janice, beginning the hip movements of a mature woman caught in coitus.

Janice described my terrible behavior, as her demanding hip movements took me deep into her.

"You watch as she loses control ... You let her fuck ... You let her screw her own brains out ... You gently take her ... You beast! ... You watch her wiggle ... You know you have her ... You watch her smile ... You feel her cream your prick ... You've taken her ... You beast!"

Janice smiled. Her thighs and vagina did their short, intense dance.

"There's more," said Janice, catching her breath. "You are a really, really possessive bastard."

"You hold her nice, round hips and stroke her juicy cunt. You do it slowly and deliberately."

I held Janice's hips and stroked her juicy cunt, enjoying every inch of the penetration.

"You reassure the mature woman that she's desirable, you demon."

"You call her 'Sweetheart' and make her feel wanted, you monster."

"You tell her with your eyes that she's wonderful, you fiend."

"She knows you want all of her, not just her vagina, you ungodly beast."

"You look into her eyes as you take her. You have her. She's yours. You devil!"

I looked into Janice's eyes. She was mine.

When we untangled, I was limp.

Janice was triumphant. "I told you that you were a bad boy."

In the tub, Janice was humming and batting her eyes at me and stretching first one leg and then the other out of the water for me to admire.

Janice was right. I had to stop being possessive.

She licked her lips, writhed in the suds, and sighed, "I'm yours, Hermann. All yours, darling."

Reflecting on what an animal I had been, I decided there were some incantations I had best avoid.

"I might be sore tomorrow, Hermann," Janice announced, "but we can do this again the day after tomorrow."

For a moment, I thought the little panther actually growled.

Intelligent and passionate women are dangerous, and medieval sex charms are not to be trifled with.