Homecoming

Chapter 4: Homecoming

Later that morning, Cissy, with aloof amusement, was greeting Lucius.

"It would be more sophisticated to not ask, but how was my sister?"

"Sophistication has its uses, but direct inquiry lets us make more progress. I'm happy to say that your sister is lovely with a type of beauty that makes you even more beautiful."

"I suppose your next remark will be that I'm lovely with a type of beauty that makes my sister even more beautiful."

"Your prescience is daunting, but it's part of what makes living with you an adventure."

Cissy said her prescience was informing her that a hero's welcome typically precedes enquiries, but now the celebration could proceed with an underlying solid base of drama instead of the edgy quality of uncertainty. Speaking of uncertainty, it was Andromeda who sent the message yesterday that all had returned, but you were bruised and battered, and it was Andromeda who sent the message this morning that you had recovered and that she was going to join the other witches at the Lovegoods. Clearly, someone was already acting as his better half.

"Are you telling me," asked Lucius, "that with all your prescience, with all your pushing me into her company, that you did not foresee this?"

When Cissy hesitated, Lucius pressed on. "It's rationality versus passion. We could have proceeded on the rational basis that Andromeda should not be left out in the cold, but finding a partner for her would be a problem because she's a grandmother taking care of a grandson. Forming a threesome on that basis would have avoided some conflict, but it would have left her feeling that she was a second-rate member of the household. We can assume that she would gradually come to realize otherwise, but it would have taken years, and that outcome is not guaranteed. Now, as things stand, any arrangement is built on passion. Conflict is inevitable, but everyone feels cherished, and we can hope for rationality. It's equally risky, but I'll choose two women who know they are wanted."

"That's a better defense than I thought you'd be able to come up with," said Cissy, "but there's a possibility that you are speaking honestly. In which case, what you are saying makes sense."

Lucius knew better than to say he had hoped she would see reason. Cissy would see it however she wanted and call it reasonable.

"I'm being a poor hostess," said Cissy.

"Hostess?" said Lucius. "You're my wife."

"We shall see," said Cissy. "At any rate, you've been on the trail eating camp food, and I can't imagine Andromeda providing you an adequate breakfast. Besides, I haven't eaten anything this morning and hardly anything all last week out of worrying about you."

Lucius decided to sit silently through the implied, wifely rebuke – I've been worrying about you and fretting about you; you don't write; you don't call; and you've been seducing my sister– as Cissy bustled about, returning with two plates and declaring that while champagne was appropriate, they both needed something to fortify themselves. She downed a large glass of sherry, whereupon, looking more chipper, she poured herself another one and tucked into a sausage. A bit later, a bit flushed, she delicately dabbed her lips with the napkin and enquired about the expedition. "Did the broom work? Perhaps we could use it to look for less perilous treasure."

"The broom worked brilliantly, but alas, it's no more."

"Is that how you got bruised and battered?" she asked. "Did you try to ride it and your commands interfered with its autonomous directives?"

"The broom was lost locating a demon ambush, and I was rescuing the younger witches when two demons snuck up behind me and begin dragging me away."

"Oh, now I hear about demons. I'm certain any little squabble with them is hardly worth mentioning. And who rescued you?

"Andromeda."

"She wanted you for herself," declared Cissy. "What about the others?"

"All the witches were brave and competent," said Lucius, "especially your sister, you'll be glad to hear." Or not, he thought.

"What did my sister do that was so terrific?"

"Erm," went Lucius, hesitant to talk about Andromeda amidst the pile of demon parts, "she insulted the demons and lured them out of their ambush."

"By herself?" accused Cissy.

"Well," admitted Lucius, "the other witches helped."

Cissy was looking at him quizzically. "I guess you had to be there," she finally said.

A lady-like sip of sherry brought a moment of clarity to Cissy, and she said, "There're things you're not telling me. The younger witches are combat-tested veterans, but they ain't nothin' compared to Andromeda."

"What?" asked Lucius.

"All the Black daughters have a core of darkness. Andromeda and I are Bellatrix with a facade." Cissy sighed. "Andromeda hid it the best."

"It's more than a façade," said Lucius. "You've learned to control it and use it. You hide it because it doesn't fit conventional standards, but certainly you know that there are those who appreciate it, nay, crave it."

Meanwhile, Lucius was wondering if Andromeda's marriage was part of her attempt to hide her true nature.

"I knew it. I knew it," said Cissy. "Andromeda went apeshit on the demons. Is that when you banged her, behind a bush, her knickers down, pounding into her, with the younger witches awe-struck at your being brave enough to approach her?"

"The girls took Andromeda in stride, and the reasonable thing to do was pack what we had and leave."

Cissy was telling him that his levelheadedness had located a lot of treasure and had brought the party back safely, but it had deprived him of Andromeda. He had to strike while the sister was hot.

Lucius, stung by the insinuation that he lacked manliness, blurted out, "I plumbed the depths of your sister and stirred her darkness."

Trying to recover from a heedless confession, he said, "I want to be deep in you. I want to stir your darkness and take your beauty."

Both assertions fell on deaf ears. Cissy was telling him he was speaking nonsense. A daughter of the Black family would never forgive the transgression of not seizing the moment. An Andromeda grown cold was cold indeed and there was no way to thaw her. His talk of nailing her was so much macho bullshit.

"We had a duel," he said.

Cissy replied that a duel as foreplay was the most preposterous thing she had ever heard and asked if she should believe anything he said, let alone his claim that she and her sister enhanced each other.

"You doubt? Pull out my cock and inhale your sister's love reek."

She said she would call his bluff, but when she did and inhaled, she felt weak in the knees.

"Look, and see the dried flakes of her love juice."

That did it. She grabbed him by the lapels. "I am not going to look at the dried flakes of my sister's love juice, and I'm not going to let you wander around reeking of Andromeda!"

She pushed him back on the sofa and straddled him. "Let's see if you were being honest. Let's see if my sister's affections really did make me more desirable." She opened her blouse and saw his eyes gleam. "I wore your favorite color." She hiked her skirt up around her waist and watched his eyes travel up her thighs and dwell on his favorite color of silk filled with her round softness. "Want what's in them?" she asked.

There was the struggle of Cissy getting her knickers off without abandoning her advantageous position. She unbuttoned his trousers and pulled out his cock. "My, my, it's ready to go. This better be for me, buster. In it goes, dried flakes and all."

She engulfed him in wet heat. When he moaned as he had never moaned before, a thrill she had never felt before surged through her. She wanted him as she had never wanted him before. She was a lady in inspired coupling with her wizard. It was building. It was good. It was building and building. It was too good. She wanted it to go on and on, but it crashed over her. She cried out and collapsed on top of him, wracked with spasms.

She slowly became aware that he was moving in and out of her. Gently. She was softly moaning. He was gentle. She was moaning with the sweet pleasure of it. Weaving with the pleasure of it. He was gently plumbing her. Slowly in deep and out. She wanted more. But he was holding her hips. Gently sliding into her depths and out. Her need growing. She was desperate to wiggle. Holding her hips firmly, driving her mad with his feather touch. Her whole body flexing with unbearable pleasure. Still, he held her tight and lightly stroked her intimate self. Bliss close to agony overwhelmed her. Cissy felt it pierce her brain. A remote corner of her mind knew her whole body was clenching him.

She was looking up at him. Her feet were waving in the air as he caressed her entire self. She pulled him closer. She was kissing him and reveling in the affection. He's making love to me. He's making love to me. It's my gentle sister. It's my sister's influence. She did this to him. She felt as though his sweet prick had come home and she was welcoming him. As she reached a plateau where everything began to fall comfortably into place, she realized Andromeda would soon feel like this: his sweet prick would come home and she would welcome it. Cissy was moving imperceptibly into a higher plateau as Lucius stirred the darkness and took all of her. She was smiling at him and then he was enjoying a Black sister in passion – the undulating body, the primitive noise, the clenching thighs – until her toes crinkled and her contorted face turned ethereal at the sweetness of his homecoming.

He was looking in her eyes. He would let her see the exhilaration of having her. She knew when it happened. His cock throbbed inside Andromeda's sister as he filled Cissy's quim with his jizz.

In the hallway just outside the door, Debby swooned. They almost tripped over her on the way to the hot tub, but managed to revive her with some vintage sherry. They made her comfortable and proceeded to their relaxing soak.

Lucius was sipping a well-deserved brandy in front of the fireplace when his wife informed him that a letter from Andromeda had arrived. The four witches at Lovegood Tower were exhausted and frazzled and they needed him. Noticing his reluctance to leave his comfortable spot, Cissy had to smirk. He had two ladies to care for now. He had brought this upon himself.

END