Rarae Aves

* L *

Lucius sat in a departmental meeting; his attention to the others seated around the table discussing the strategies, quotas, and initiatives to be further taken regarding this and that slowly faded away. As he blinked, slightly staring left of the Minister, visions of Luna filled his mind's eye.

For the premise that he would work with Luna was quite short-lived. Astoria's water had broken; he was whisked away to St Mungo's with his family and immediately caught up in the whirlwind of a new arrival to the Malfoy lineage.

He had only been with Luna in her office, shared with several others, in his new position two days before Shacklebolt informed him that he was needed more for heading the strategic planning and assessing of investigative teams.

In short, he was uncannily back to nearly where he was during the Dark Lord's regime: a lieutenant of sorts, recruiting and interrogating would-be candidates profiled to be considered appropriate for the Ministry's dark and dirty work in apprehending Dark objects, illegal magical creatures, and their smugglers. Not quite the same, but Kingsley knows what my strengths are all too well...

And so it was that he listened with an intense interest, several weeks later, when Luna had entered his newly assigned office and informed him that his obligatory field exercise for the department was nearing.

"It's to keep you in touch with the grass roots of our department. For you to experience some down to earth quality time with the actual and more pleasant side of our work."

Lucius gave her an appreciative look, up and down. "I see."

She smiled at him, and he froze, his features softened as he added, "I've missed being around you, Miss Lovegood."

"I've missed you too. Very much."

"Have you?"

He gave a look to the door. "Hasn't your Scamander been keeping you company?" He stepped closer to her. "Attending to your needs?"

"Perhaps." She smiled again. "But he's not you."

"I think of you." His voice grew husky and low. "All the time."

She tilted her head in her fashion with her enticing dreamy gaze.

"Whatever Scamander lacks that you may find I can give you, you need only say. I'm at your service, all yours. Your wish is my command, Miss Lovegood."

"You don't owe me anything."

"That's not what I mean, and you know it." He took step closer to her. "Even after you're married, I consider you a part of me, always."

For that same day of Scorpius' birth, when Lucius had been whisked away to St Mungo's then immediately returned to the Manor, reinstated in his hearth and home, Rolf Scamander had returned from his expedition with Luna's father.

Lucius was introduced to Scamander the very next day. The two wizards' forced handshake was as cold as the look they gave each other, each man sizing the other up quickly.

It had not come as a surprise that the widely considered unconventional Scamander had quickly and conventionally proposed to Luna very shortly after Lucius' meeting him.

"He's not a fool," replied Lucius quietly to Luna when she told him of her upcoming nuptial.

"He said it would make him happy." Luna beamed.

"And you? Will it make you happy?"

"I'm already happy. I don't need to be married for that." She gave him an impish look and then an affectionate kiss on his cheek and entwined her arm with his.

Lucius gazed at her intensely. He wanted to hoist her up on his office desk and take her in the here and now. Or grab her and Disapparate into the heart of Muggle London, lose himself between her legs in an unknown, rented room, find himself in her arms in the early morning's light, be caressed and needed and cherished as she and only she had made him feel. Make her come, and come, and come....

He sniffed and blinked hard, staring across the room, suddenly seeing the tall, dark-haired wizard who had claimed Luna to be his standing in the doorway.

* L *

Near a wheat field in the vicinity of Blandford Forum, Dorset

"It's nearly three in the morning. You expect me to do what?" snapped Lucius, staring at the tall, sinewy Rolf Scamander.

"Keep count of the congregation of Moon Frogs or keep count and document the movements of a herd of Mooncalves during the full moon, AND without magic," Scamander paused only to give Lucius a supercilious smirk, "shovel and pack Mooncalf dung. Mind you, the dung needs to be harvested before the sun rises." Lucius' temples began to pulse as Scamander looked him up and down, adding, "If you're not up to a wee bit of shovelling, Malfoy, take the easy route...assuming you can count. Can you, my good man?"

Lucius bit his inner cheeks and his eyes narrowed. "So, no picking up centaur droppings?"

"Don't be silly. We're near Dorset, not the Forbidden Forest," chided in Luna sweetly. She touched his arm and looked up at him, stating dreamily, "You'll be with me."

How long it had been since he had had a chance to be with her privately. Two months had passed, two agonizing months since he had been alone with Luna. He still burned with regret at not being able to return to her love shack of a cottage in Ottery St Catchpole, but having had to return to the manor. His old life had more or less resumed with barely a blink of an eye, and those days of being sequestered away in Luna's comfy convalescent nest were now distant memories.

His reality had swiftly flowed into events and obligations that rarely crossed paths with Luna's. For his life entailed Draco and Astoria, busy with the newborn Scorpius; Narcissa, who had become quite a social butterfly, fluttered back and forth between London and Paris. From time to time, she offered Lucius a perfunctory conjugal visit to her bedchamber, on her terms strictly, which only left him with an intense feeling that a part of his life was missing, unable to get back... a part of himself left back in a country cottage at Ottery St Catchpole.

Ultimately, the Malfoy family members lives had resumed, for all concerned, on a seemingly acceptable norm, and so on some level, he was pleased that they were slowly being fully accepted back into Ministerial and social circles... and power with open arms.

However, his nights were filled with thinking of Luna, of them, and the desire to be with her had not diminished but only grown. He reminded himself again and again that she was to be married, her act of kindness and mercy towards him long expired; she would find full fulfillment with the tedious Scamander, and what they had shared during the time she healed him was one of life's fleeting moments of brief passion and indulgence.

And yet, still he thought of her.

So that now, when he found himself on the obligatory departmental field exercise with her and her beloved Rolf, he could barely think rationally in between his desire to have some private time alone with Luna and wanting to throttle the shit out of the pedantic Scamander.

It was with a cool stare back to Scamander and clenching jaw that Lucius held his tongue and obligingly followed Luna in the damp night air.

Distant thunder rumbled, and he needn't be the renowned Wizarding naturalist Rolf Scamander to know that rain would soon fall, and by the sound of nearing thunder, it seemed the storm would be upon them very soon.

As they arrived in the thick of a wheat field, he sniffed, disapproving silently of the rural surrounding he found himself in. For he had hungrily devoured his life of luxury regained at the Manor and his cushy Ministerial position in London sans Dark Lord. But having to rough it out in the wild, in this rustic setting, is the least I can do...I'll endure anything to have a chance to be with her...

Luna was whispering, "No magic. The Mooncalf is very sensitive to wizard charms; they have an innate sensibility to our magic."

Lucius frowned, attempting to whisper as best he could, "So you are proposing that we stand here in the damp cold, a storm approaching, with only patches of moonlight as our aid, without a heating charm or any other comfort?"

"I have a blanket."

She proceeded to stretch it out, forming a wheat stalk cubby hole of sorts and crawled inside it.

Lucius still wasn't convinced and remained standing, staring around at the spottily harvested wheat field he could make out in the moonlight when not covered by clouds from the oncoming storm, assessing the situation. "What exactly do we do?"

"We wait."

"In a wheat field?"

"Naturally."

She tilted her head and smiled. "The blanket is thick. We have our cloaks... and we have each other." She patted the blanket. "Come." His eyes met hers. "Come to me."

He quickly obliged her. Eagerly. His pulse raced as he sat and she snuggled by his side. He immediately became aware of her body heat, her fragrance, her scent... He didn't resist her tucking her head under his chin, nor her arms wrapping around his torso, nor her thigh lying half-way on his leg. He found he had wrapped his arms around her, holding her gently, their cloaks cocooning them, and he even felt a trickle of sweat down his spine as his own body heat responded to the situation.

Luna was speaking quietly informing him of their watch's care. "The Mooncalf is a shy creature."

"Mmhmm." Her hair smells of sweet plums...

"They only come out during a full moon, so with the clouds rolling in heavily, our chances are slim..."

"Right." I've missed you... missed touching you...

"Once the Mooncalf is in the moonlight, it will dance..."

"Lovely." I want to fuck you, you to fuck me, come together...

"It will dance standing on its hind legs."

"Fascinating."

"It will possibly perform the act of mating before us."

Lucius froze. His temples pulsed. "May I kiss you?"

Luna tilted her head and smiled her Mona Lisa smile at him.

"I know you belong to Scamander now, but..."

"I belong to myself." She touched his face; her touch made him melt with need, burn with expectation.

"I have missed you." Lucius cleared his throat. "I miss you." He touched her lips with his fingertips and gently traced over her cheeks, trailing lightly through her hair, down the silky skin of her neck.

Luna snapped her head around. "Oooh, look."

Lucius followed her gaze. He saw in the patchy moonlight several creatures with pale, greyish skin and four spindly legs.

"Mooncalves," sighed Luna, quite delighted. "Aren't they beautiful?"

Lucius watched as a few of the creatures slowly hoisted themselves on their hind legs and began to make motions and movements in irregular and erratic patterns in and around the wheat field space. The Mooncalves' bulging eyes seemed to be fixated on the lunar orb, and Lucius became oddly mesmerised by their nocturnal performance.

It was only when he felt Luna lay down on her side that he seemed to snap out of the hypnotic effect the creatures were having on him. But he found the hazy sensation had only transferred from the creatures doing their uncanny ritual to Luna.

She motioned to him to lay behind her and immediately spooned back, pressing into him, melding into him. He covered her with his cloak.

"Are you counting them?"

"Mmhmm." His hand slowly searched under her layers, brushing and outlining her form, her curves. He felt the heat emanating from her undulating lithe form.

"Aren't they beautiful?"

"Mmhmm."

A bright flash of lightening struck nearby.

"Oh, they've stopped, and they're leaving," announced Luna, sitting up, her voice full of disappointment.

The spell of seclusion broken, Lucius sat up beside her, hearing a closer noise of something moving in the wheat field toward them. He turned his head upwards to find none other than Rolf Scamander standing there.

Lucius waited for Scamander to act, to accuse him, them, of anything and everything, as Luna had nestled back against him.

But the magizoologist only gestured to a large shovel in his hand. "The dung, Malfoy. It's fresh, best make haste before the rain will be pouring down." He handed Lucius the tool for lifting and moving the natural fertilizing material. "Also, the dawn is upon us. The dung needs to be harvested before the sun rises, rain or no."

Lucius slowly and stiffly rose in the dim, pre-dawn light, the air heavy with moisture.

He saw Scamander lend his free hand to Luna, pulling her up, and give her a swift peck on the lips, asking, "Did either of you get a head count? Or were their pre-mating rituals too mesmerising?"

* L *

Inside the tent

Lucius looked impatiently around the inside of the small tent. "It would seem our little expedition has come to a necessary halt. Should we not return to civilisation?"

The thunder roared and the heavens poured down. Rolf Scamander was opening a bottle of what looked like wine and pouring drinks. Huffing, Lucius sat with his back against a large hiking rucksack propped against the tent's wall which separated them from a steep hillside's incline on the outside. Luna was lying near him in the cramped space on a Engorgioed thick sleeping blanket in a distractingly relaxed manner.

His eyes met hers as he continued to argue his point. "Positioned as we are, we'll be swept away in no time should the ground's water level be saturated and start flowing over." Luna's eyes shined, and she seemed to only watch him as Rolf spouted out his retort to Lucius.

"Don't change the subject, Malfoy. As I was saying, there are serpenty Selma in the nearby lake, devourers of human flesh and fish. Surely a Slytherin like you can not resist..."

"There is no possibility of me willingly going into muddy, dubious water, Scamander..."

"But you're missing out, my good man."

Lucius' jaw muscles clenched, despising Scamander more and more intensely each time he used the catch phrase of "my good man" on him. He snapped at the pretentious son of a bitch, "On what exactly?"

"The experience. The unknown, Malfoy."

"I've had enough unknown happen to me to last ten lifetimes. I'll await your scholarly findings, Scamander."

Rolf gave Lucius a challenging look. "You're known to be a sporting man. Perhaps I can entice you to search for Diricawls, or the mistrustful Porlocks..."

"Once again, there are no Diricawls, Porlocks, or Dukuwaqa's in Dorset, Scamander."

"You would need the brains of a Billywig not to foresee the possibility, Malfoy." Rolf huffed and rolled his eyes, then smiled at Luna. "Dilettantes."

With his temper and patience running out, Lucius said tersely, "Need I remind you, Scamander, that I am here and only here as required by the Ministry due to my probationary period. Don't provoke me..."

"And Luna."

"What?"

"You are here for Luna as well." Rolf gave Lucius a smug smile. "Who wouldn't be?"

The cat had caught his tongue, and Lucius' eyes fluttered, unable to retort back. It was true. He hadn't protested or tried to postpone this obligation; hearing from Kinglsey that he would be with Luna had led to his quick agreement. The minor annoyance of Scamander tagging along he had accepted as a cool challenge. But now, it seemed, Scamander was leading him into a trap... or a full, set upon ambush.

Well, so be it. If the irksome Scamander dares to put me on the spot, presses me for the obvious, Mr Magizoologist better be prepared.

"Here, my good man, some thirty-year-old, elf-made Tokay from my travels studying the migration of the Hungarian Horntail." He held out his peace offering to Lucius, who took it begrudgingly. Handing a glass to his fiancée, Rolf toasted, "To Luna!"

Lucius sipped slowly, watching Scamander sit down directly across from him on Luna's other side.

Lucius made to move as Rolf's boot tips clumsily scraped against his leg when he twisted to kiss Luna slowly in front of him. He took a longer sip, then another, draining the glass, watching the pair in front of him. Several seconds went by before he pulled out his wand and quietly suggested, "Shall I Engorgio the tent? To give you two more space and privacy?"

Scamander raised his head and testily reminded, "We can't enlarge the tent by magic; the Fwooper will sense its presence and flee." He gave Lucius a smirk. "We'll have to go completely Muggle tonight, no magic. Don't want to scare away the birdies, do we?"

"Scamander, there are no Fwoopers in Dorset county nor all of England, I dare say," Lucius pointed out as conversationally as best he could in the situation, for he was keenly distracted by the lovely flush on Luna's cheek, her eyes shining at him invitingly, even though Scamander's hand stroked her abdomen lazily.

"Oh, several black market merchants would highly disagree with you, my good man. The number of Fwoopers gone missing from the Magical Menagerie's licensed stock has risen alarmingly. Quills made from their feathers are in high, elitist demand. A pretty amount of Galleons are paid to those who will procure them."

The thunder rumbled powerfully, and Scamander's voice seemed to grow quieter and softer in its resounding roar.

Lucius watched Luna leisurely sit up and slink to the centre of the tent-length thermal blanket. She took off her tracking boots while Scamander droned on, "Though Uric the Oddball insisted on the Fwooper's beneficial aspects to a Wizard's health, one can ne'er be careful enough lest the Fwooper's song entices one into listening to it...best be assured by having a licensed guarantee of it being sold with a Silencing Charm. Of course, if it's been smuggled around, then one can presume the original smuggler has gone insane by its seductive sound."

Lucius enjoyed her derrière sticking up and swaying around, back and forth, as she unrolled a large patchwork of sleeping bags seamed together, spreading them fully out on the designated sleeping space.

"Then what do we do, Scamander? Risk going insane by the Fwooper's siren call?" replied Lucius, attempting to keep a normal tone, but his voice hitched in his throat as Luna slowly unbuttoned her trousers and shimmied out of them in front of Scamander and him.

Her creamy white thighs seemed effervescent in the tent's soft sconced lighting. He could not help but give a fleeting glance to Scamander, who had fallen silent as well and whose gaze was also noting where her upper undergarment ended and where her thighs led to...a lovely pink triangle of cloth covering her Venus mound.

"I wasn't silly enough to not put a protection charm around our tent against Fwoopers when we first set up camp," commented Scamander slowly in a strained voice.

Luna bent over, and both men watched her as she pulled the thick patchwork back and languidly crawled into the centre and demurely commented, "We should rest and relax. The Fwooper will be in hiding with this fierce rainfall." She gave Rolf one of her secretive smiles. "But the weather's perfect for snuggling."

Scamander's jaw muscle clenched with what seemed as intense amusement, and then he jumped up abruptly, saying, "I'll just do a final quick check outside, check on the tent's stakes."

Luna turned to Lucius, tilting her head and patting beside her. "Come to bed. Come to me."

Hesitating, Lucius gave a furtive look to the flap opening of the tent. "Now? Together? With Scamander..."

"Absolutely." She smiled at him.

Lucius' eyes narrowed in thought, but he slowly slipped off his ankle boots only to hesitate whether to take off his trousers.

Apparently, Luna saw his hesitation as she sat up on her knees and tucked gently at his waistline. He froze, feeling her fingers trace over to his centre and slowly tug at his crotch's buttons, releasing them one by one. He felt his face grow flush as she determinedly grasped and pulled his trousers down to his ankles. Simultaneously embarassed and excited that his half-erect cock tented dangerously close to her lips as she leaned forward and helped him step out of them, compounded by a rush of adrenaline when Rolf entered abruptly from outside.

Scamander took in the situation in an uncannily blasé way, for he sealed the tent door close and began undressing, saying, "Completely bloody wet from the downpour. Where's a towel for my hair?"

Lucius turned away from Luna and lowered himself down, pulling the covering up as he rolled over on his side, feeling bemused. He was even more bewildered as he felt her nestling up behind him, spooning him. He felt his body responding to her even as his mind was trying to deter being aroused.

"Lucius, my good man, excuse me a moment." Lucius looked up seeing a nude Scamander bending over digging into the rucksack nearest him, and he turned back over on his back, shifting closer to Luna. He could not help but take in the other man's tall, sinewy form leaning over and in front of him in the sconced lighting. He has a build like Severus, but Rolf's skin is dark, muscular; he's ruddy and tanned, not pale... but his cock is as notable as Severus' ...

"Ah, there we go," said Scamander, pulling a towel out of the rucksack. "Sorry if I'm dripping on you."

"I can handle it, Scamander."

"Yes, there's much more to you than meets the eye." The dark-haired wizard energetically dried his hair for several seconds, watching Lucius' reaction as Luna nestled onto his shoulder. "I must admit, you are a fascinating study."

"Curious, are you?" Lucius felt the air heavy with unspoken needs and arousal. He felt Luna's fingertips gently outlining his cock's shaft, strumming her fingers up and down his treasure trail leisurely. Her ministrations pushed him into an exquisite unknown, and he could not help himself and directly confronted Scamander, saying, "I understand from Luna that you've an inquisitive nature... but how tolerant are you?"

"Ingenuously tolerant," stated Scamander frankly with a challenging look shining in his dark eyes.

"How so?"

"For one thing, I like to watch," Scamander admitted bluntly. He plopped down on Luna's other side and looked Lucius directly in the eyes. "For another, isn't she exquisite when she comes?"

By now, Luna's fingertips were gently stroking Lucius' shaft, up and down. The dark-haired wizard pressed him further. "Would you like to watch?"

Still letting what Scamander was proposing sink in, he became fully erect and hissed softly as he felt her head move lower down his abdomen and her lips gently begin to suck and nip on his shaft, her tongue's tip flick at the pre-cum on and around his cock's tip.

"Gorgeous, simply gorgeous, isn't she, my good man?" whispered Scamander appreciatively.

But Lucius had clenched his eyes shut, and his head was tilted back, huffing softly at her oral skills in full action. It was only after several seconds when Luna broke away, moaning her own sweet song, that his heavy-lidded eyes opened half-way to see her head swaying to being licked from behind by Scamander. Lucius watched with bated breath as Luna's mounting climax was building, building, building....

Suddenly, he lunged and sought Luna's mouth with his own. She broke away from Scamander and reciprocated his kiss. Lucius continued to claim her body for his own and slowly directed her backwards onto Scamander's torso. He whispered fiercely into her ear, "Do you want me? Here? Now? Like this?"

"Of course I do." She smiled her secretive smile at him.

So be it, he thought. If the only way I can have her, in front of Scamander, with Scamander...and I so desperately need her...

His fingertips stroked down her sensitive neck to her collarbones, and he nipped downward across her breasts, nipping lightly, rediscovering her pointed nipples. She moved and undulated, sinuating around and under him. She arched, moaning, and found Scamander's mouth waiting to catch hers with his. As Lucius pressed her into Scamander, he spread her legs open, lowered his head down between them, and continued lapping and sucking her where his competition had left off. Her body became arched in mounting tension, needing release, her toes piercing into his shoulder. He nibbled and licked her wet folds, his sharp tongue finding and teasing her most sensitive rosebud of a nub. His fingers grabbed and held her buttocks into place as she wriggled, moaning soft expletives, encouraging him to nuzzle her clitoris around and around. She froze, climaxing, her toes curling. Yes, come and come and come...

He licked and suckled her essence, then slowly kissed her body lightly as he rose upwards to claim her lips from Scamander. The feel of all three breaths, inches apart, warm and panting, made Lucius go giddy. He closed his eyes, only his erection seemed quite sure on what it wanted. As he placed his cock at her entrance, Luna kissed him, whispering, "Lucius, please." Her head leaned against his rival's face, and the other man kissed Luna on the cheek, then down lower, lower... Lucius and he held each other's glance until Luna stroked his face, guiding it to Scamander's. His lips met his contender's roughly, then urgently, and then he broke away, the intensity of what was happening surging him on to push his cock into Luna, deep, deep, deeper. He could not give a second thought to Scamander, as the only need he could understand was his need to be one with Luna. He only knew that he wanted to fuck Luna hard and deep, fuck her hard and deep up against Scamander.

Let him watch! And let me... let her know she will always be a need of mine... Lucius found her lips, plunging his tongue into her mouth, searching and demanding that she reciprocate his need as he probed her cunt in and out, her wetness flowing, her muscles clenching his cock tighter and tighter, faster and faster. Contracting. Squeezing his come out, squeezing again and again and again. He froze, relishing and lost in the exquisite sensation of Luna gasping so intensely, clenching him so tightly.

He felt it was over before it had truly begun and buried his head in her hair. He was breathing hard as he realized Luna's arms and legs were still clasping around him tightly. He could feel Scamander moving as she murmured in his ear, "Now, it's your turn to watch, and then, we'll see how you feel about other things..." She pressed her lips to his, guiding him to lie on his back; he felt her straddle him. Her cunt was wet and hot against his cock. It rose again, becoming more and more erect, his life force throbbing, pulsing strong and hard to unite with her inner core yet again.

He heard Scamander asking, "More Tokay, everyone?"

"Absolutely," chimed Luna.

"Absolutely," seconded Lucius, sitting up abruptly, grasping Luna by the hips urgently, forming a tight lotus position.

He moaned with delight as she raised herself on top of his cock and guided it inside her, sheathing it fully within her, echoing his moans as they began to rock gently, then tautly, softly, then fervently. He clenched her to him even as she pressed away from him, his body a fulcrum to support her and his slippery, desperate, mounting tension and friction as she moved up and down his cock, around and around, his thrusting varying from abrupt jerks to piercing rams. He clenched his eyes as he felt his balls tighten and ejaculated deep inside her as she shuddered and came, crying, "Oh, oh, oh yes, Crumple-Horned Snorkacks!"

He held on to her for life as they panted and grasped each other in coital bliss. Vaguely, slowly, he heard Scamander moving around them, scrounging around in a rucksack for something and then crossing over to them with another unopened Tokay bottle.

"Shall we?" offered Scamander, plopping down on his bare bum beside him and Luna.

Lucius saw that her eyes were sparkling, and her lips softly grazed his as they both simultaneously concurred, "Absolutely!"

With a wild rush of adrenaline released within him, Lucius felt himself embracing the unknown...as long as Luna was in the picture, he would endure. Resolving himself to his decision, something clicked, and he knew he was ready to experience what the future would entail with her and her eagerly open-minded, inquisitive Rolf.

Who would have thought it would be so... pleasurable?

* L *

Around the fountain in an elaborate garden of Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire

Each pushing a pram, Lucius and Luna strolled slowly across the lawn to the Manor's inner-garden courtyard.

"You and Rolf must stay for dinner. Draco and Astoria insist on it." Lucius gave a tight smile. "Narcissa too."

"She has accepted the unusual twinning fully? That Lysander is yours?"

"Yes. The mediwitch at St Mungo's explained it, quite thoroughly, to her."

A peacock called for its mate in the background. Lucius smiled a satisfied smile. "Of course, having Rolf add on his analytical version of how both he and I fertilized your eggs at different times with two or more acts of sexual intercourse put it in such a clinical way that he miraculously coerced Narcissa in agreeing that we all should embrace and celebrate this rare act of nature."

"She's quite taken with Rolf, isn't she? It's lovely how they're keeping each other company when not with us."

"Yesss, well, Cissy's always had a secret penchant for tall, dark, sinewy wizards..."

"And I for one particular blond one."

Lucius was strutting in full form. Luna led towards a cushioned bench near the running fountain and stopped the pram with a sleeping Lorcan inside.

Lucius pushed his pram gently beside the other one and gave the sleeping Lysander a careful look before crossing and joining Luna on the bench.

He sighed in contentment as she leaned her head on his shoulder and wrapped an arm across his waist, saying, "Yes, Lorcan and Lysander's twinning is exceedingly rare: they are truly rarae aves*."

"How could they not be with a mother such as theirs?"

Lucius pressed his lips onto hers, tonguing her welcoming mouth, tasting with unhindered pleasure all that was Luna and further embracing everything she had to give and reciprocate, embracing what he certainly had never experienced before, embracing a freedom of expressing and participating in life as he never could have imagined before...for it was she who had opened the doors of possibility, she who had become a missing piece to his puzzle, she who had given him more than anyone could ever imagine possible, and most fantastically, she who had taught him a revelatory meaning of being a magical creature, of being a magical creature like none other.

* FIN *

* rara avis/ rarae aves: an unusual, uncommon, or exceptional person or thing.