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Placing the last pin in the gathered silk, Pansy leaned back to admire her work. The dress was simply gorgeous, with a low cut back, rounded neckline, fitted throughout the bodice and swirling out at the waist with yards of delicate lace and tulle.
“This suits you, Luna. The cut, the fabric, the color, it’s all very ethereal. Once I sew charmed thread into the layers in the shape of shimmering constellations, you’ll really shine like the moon goddess you truly are.” Pansy beamed at her. She idly rolled her magical tape measure through her fingers as she walked slowly around the blond witch. “Blaise is going to lose it when he sees you in it.”
“I absolutely love it, Pansy! You’ve really captured the essence of my being.” Luna turned from side to side atop the large stool, watching her reflection in the 3 panel mirror.
“Boys!” Pansy called out, snapping her fingers. “Come back and take a look!”
Heavy footfalls preceded Harry and Theo, who came bursting through the door in a matter of moments. Theo was holding a bottle of wine, and the two wizards had their arms around each other, cheeks flushed and lips stained red from booze.
“Where are you manners? I gave you both glasses,” Pansy tutted. “And yet, here you are, drinking straight from the bottle like heathens.”
“Come on, Pans.” A hiccup racked Theo’s chest, and Harry met his eyes as they both broke out into a fit of giggles.
“You two are a right mess,” Pansy scolded, hands on her hips.
“The least you could do is share.” Luna tilted her head, blinking slowly. “Red wine keeps the wrackspurts away, you know.”
Taking the bottle from Theo’s fingers, Harry slipped out of his grasp and walked over to Luna. “All yours, milady.” With a theatrical flourish, he bent at the waist and held up his arms, presenting the bottle to her.
She laughed, the sound like tinkling bells, and swiped it from him.
“Just, please try to avoid getting any on the dress.” Pansy wrung her hands in front of her. “That is very expensive fabric from my personal collection and it stains rather easily. Scourgify can only do so much.”
“I’m always careful, about everything I do.” Luna took a long swig and not a single drop spilled. Pansy stifled a sigh of relief.
“You know,” Luna mused as she handed the bottle back to Harry, “I’ve mailed specialty flowers to Neville to include in my bouquet. I’d like you to add accents of that color to this dress, if possible.”
Neville. Neville Longbottom.
Pansy’s heart skipped a few beats.
The tall, gorgeous Gryffindor lived rent-free in her mind these days, ever since he’d purchased the business next to hers. While she focused on dress-making, he was a florist, specializing in exotic and magical blooms. Over the past year, they’d worked together on several events, and each time Pansy had fallen just a little bit more in lust with him. Not love, certainly not that.
...right?
Straightening her spine, Pansy sniffed, feigning nonchalance.
“Is that so?”
Luna hummed, nodding. “They only bloom during a full moon, and the hue is so vibrant, it's unmatched anywhere else in nature.”
They heard a crash behind them and they both whirled toward the sound. Theo and Harry were on the ground in a flailing pile of limbs, Harry holding the wine bottle upright above them.
“I didn’t… erm, schill… no, spill any!” Harry beamed at the witches, pleased with himself.
“Good job, baby,” Theo crooned, and then he latched his mouth on Harry’s neck.
Harry promptly moaned and dropped the bottle, red liquid splashing over both of them. His hands tangled in Theo’s hair as he writhed on top of him, the wizards completely disregarding the wine soaking their clothes or the giggles coming from Luna across the room.
“Alright, that’s enough, you two. Time to go before you ruin anything or end up naked in my changing room.” Pansy flicked her wand and the red wine disappeared, the bottle floating up to her outstretched fingers.
Ignoring her, the men continued to make out in their drunken state, hands roaming under clothing and soft groans and gasps filled the room.
Suddenly, Theo flew up as if zapped by lightning, howling and grabbing for his backside. “What the fuck was that?”
“It was mild, is what it was, and the next one will really hurt if you gits don’t Floo home right now.” She planted one hand on her hip and, crooking an eyebrow, pointed her wand at his face. “The very last thing I want to see is your bare arse while you and Potter go at it.”
“What if it’s Harry’s bare arse? It’s quite cute.”
“Aww, thanks, my love,” Harry cooed, grinning wide as he pushed up on his elbows.
“Get out.” Pansy took one slow, menacing step in their direction. “Now.”
Both men snickered as they scrambled for the exit. Right before leaving, Theo turned and caught Luna’s eye.
“Is it set up?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Of course, Theodore,” she responded, using a sweet, singsong voice.
“Is what set up?” Pansy asked, glancing between them. “What are you going on about?”
“Oh, nothing, Pans. Nothing at all.” He winked at her, and before she could demand a better answer, he was gone, the sound of the Floo in the next room activating.
Whirling around, Pansy lifted her wand and pointed it up at the ethereal witch. “What was that about?”
“Oh, nothing, really. Wedding stuff.” Luna had shifted back to looking at herself in the mirror, turning each way to admire the shimmering dress.
Pansy pinched her nose, taking in a slow, deep breath. “Luna, I’m your unofficial wedding planner. Don’t you think if there is something you’re planning, you should discuss it with me?”
“Key word is unofficial.” Luna stepped off the stool, her bare feet slapping against the hardwood. Placing a cool hand on Pansy’s cheek, she gave her a secretive smile. ”You’ll find out in due time.”
“Anyways, the full moon was last night, as you know,” Luna rambled on.
Pansy did not, in fact, know that, as keeping track of lunar cycles wasn’t at the top of her list of priorities, but she stayed mum.
“The flowers were picked by a sheep farmer in Peru and whisked over today. They should have been delivered to Neville’s flat this evening.” Turning around, she motioned for Pansy to help her remove the gown.
Pansy scrunched her brow as she began the unhooking and unzipping process. “His… flat? Not his shop?”
“Yes. Neville didn’t want to risk anyone disturbing them, so he will keep them at his place until the wedding.”
She supposed that made sense. If they were in a case in the storefront, someone might think they’re for sale, though she thought she remembered hidden storage in the back room.
As the final snaps and pins were removed, Pansy delicately gathered the dress as Luna stepped carefully out, now wearing only a light satin slip.
“He will be expecting you this evening.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I told him you’d be by.” Swiping her sundress off the back of the chair, she pulled it over her head. “Do you really want to put off finding the right accents for the dress? Time is ticking, Pansy. You’re a goddess with a needle, but no reason to stress.”
Pansy bit her tongue to avoid reminding Luna that her last minute changes were the reason she was feeling anxiety. It seemed ridiculous to bother going over tonight. She could easily stop by the shop in the morning and he could bring them down. The idea of being in his personal space made her heart race.
She would just need to placate Luna for now.
“Fine. You’re right. I’ll head up there the moment you leave.”
“I can walk you up. I want to confirm he received them, anyway.”
Internally, Pansy shrieked, jumped up and down, and pulled her hair out by the roots. Externally, she smiled and extended an arm to Luna.
“Shall we?”
Neville’s front door was beautifully ornate, thick oak with carved vines winding all around the outside, and small flowers etched through the center. Very appropriate for a florist. After knocking, he answered in only a few moments, as if he’d been waiting just on the other side, and his face was flushed, eyes wide, and he appeared relieved to see her.
Odd.
“Hello, ladies.” He grinned at the women. “Always lovely to see beautiful faces on my doorstep.”
Leaning up, Luna kissed Neville lightly on the cheek. “Thank you Nev. I'm only here to check on the flowers and to walk with Pansy.”
“You've had your final fitting then, yeah?”
Beaming, Luna threw an arm around Pansy's shoulders, pulling her close. Pansy did her best to plaster on a smile, force herself to drop her stiff shoulders, and not cringe at the random touch.
She was okay with intentional touch, but casual hugs or grazes made her skin crawl. It was something she was learning to work through, as the Lions who were invading her friend group would all pile up together at any given moment if they could.
“The gown is perfect. I'm eager to see how the final additions will look. Speaking of, did the flowers arrive?”
“Yes, only moments ago. I haven't had a chance to open the package yet.”
“Perfect. I'll leave you two to it.” Luna winked and skipped down the stairs, leaving Pansy and Neville standing awkwardly together in his entryway.
Outside of occasional meetups to discuss events within Neville's shop, they had never spent any time alone. Jitters made her fingers tremble, and she wasn't quite sure what to do with her hands, so she clasped them together in front of her. Putting on a brave face, she smiled up at the man towering over her.
Salazar, he was handsome.
A dimple showed itself when he grinned at her. “Well, I suppose you should come in,” Neville said, rubbing the back of his neck. “We can open this package together.”
“All right,” she said, following him into his kitchen, telling herself not to say anything stupid.
The package was nondescript, a rectangle shape wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine, taking up most of the counter space.
“Would you like to do the honors?”
Neville waved one abnormally large hand at the box. Pansy's vision snagged on the thick veins running along the back and up his forearms, disappearing underneath his rolled sleeves.
She hadn't known until right this moment that rolled sleeves turned her on. But they most certainly did, if the condition of her knickers meant anything.
Get it together, Pans.
“I suppose I can.”
Fishing out her wand, she used a slicing spell to cut through the twine and the top layer of paper. The box underneath was thin wood and magically sealed, and there were etched instructions on how to remove the spell. She flicked her wrist and murmured the incantation, and they both heard a pop as a blast of magic blew outward, ruffling their hair.
Odd, but protection spells do occasionally burst when released.
Pansy looked hesitantly at Neville and, when he nodded, she reached forward and removed the top of the box. Violet flowers with deep yellow centers were nestled inside tissue paper, cooling and stasis charms shimmering around them. Immediately, the air filled with a tropical scent, tinged with a bit of wood smoke and leather.
It was so strong it tickled her nose, and she was overcome with the urge to sneeze without even having an opportunity to turn to the side.
This proved to be disastrous.
The force of her sneeze stirred up the pollen, and a yellow cloud of dust was emitted from the box, billowing out into the kitchen. At her side, Neville joined in, the dust too much for his nose.. It took a solid minute for either one of them to calm down and regain their composure, each slow, deep breath tasting of something sweet and earthy.
Pansy looked up to see neon yellow splattered over his skin, and she visibly watched Neville's pupils dilate. Where previously his cheeks had had a light blush, now his neck and face were flushed dark pink, and his mouth was open as he panted slightly. He was leaning over, gripping the edge of the counter, holding on as if for dear life, rendering his knuckles bone-white.
“Neville? Are you all right?”
Before he could answer, her own body flushed with warmth, as if all of the blood was rising to the surface. Glancing at her own arms, she noticed a light layer of that same neon hue coating her skin. The tips of her fingers began to tingle, and she was suddenly having a hard time catching her breath. Her heart rate increased as panic took root in her gut.
“Oh, gods. Are we having an allergic reaction?”
“No,” Neville said, taking in a measured breath. “I'm pretty sure this is a normal reaction to what we just inhaled.”
“What do you mean…?” Her voice trailed off as the warmth from her flushed skin pooled in her lower abdomen, and her nipples hardened to stiff peaks.
An urge to slip her hand down the front of her trousers slammed into her, and it took every ounce of her willpower to fist her hands at her sides.
Fuck. This must be lust pollen.
“Oh.”
“Oh is right.” Neville’s voice had dropped an octave, gaining a gravelly edge. As the sound reverberated through her, a jolt swooped low in her belly, and a breathy moan left her lips. She quickly clamped her hand over her mouth.
Neville’s grip tightened on the counter as he groaned. “Please, don’t make that sound.”
“Sorry, it just slipped out.” Taking a slow breath, Pansy tried to calm down, to decrease her pulse, afraid her heart might actually burst through her ribcage. “I’ve never found myself in a situation quite like this before. At least, not by accident.”
“Not by accident?”
Her lips quirked. “Some people will pay good money for an experience like this.”
His breathing picked up as his eyes burned into her, the hunger in them reaching into that hidden box in her mind, the one where her unrequited feelings for this wizard lay locked away. She could feel the top loosening with every ragged inhale that assaulted her ears.
“This wasn’t intentional, I promise.”
A blow to her ego. So this desire, outside of the pollen, was truly one-sided.
Why would she expect anything else?
Throwing back her shoulders, she gave him her haughtiest stare. “Did I accuse you of setting this up? No.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“But you are clearly upset about how you're feeling towards me right now.”
She spun around, marching for the door, bolstering the lid over her feelings, trying her damnedest to ignore the condition between her legs, which was growing hotter and wetter by the second.
“I’ll see myself out. Find someone, or… something else to help me take care of this… situation.”
She heard a growl behind her but chose to ignore it, and angrily grasped the brass door handle. But when she tried to turn it, it wouldn’t budge.
“What the fuck?”
With both hands around it, she attempted to aggressively spin it in either direction without success. A swift tug did nothing either.
Anxiety wormed its way through her. This wasn’t good. If she didn’t find relief soon, she would lose the battle and strip down, bringing herself to completion on his front room rug. Maybe riding the arm of his couch. Or worse, she might end up begging the man who made it clear he did not want her to fuck her senseless.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Neville Longbottom! Did you lock us in here?”
“What?” His loud footsteps approached from behind, and within moments, he reached around her to try opening his front door. She had to bite her lip hard enough to draw blood to keep from leaning into his bicep as it brushed her cheek.
No luck. It stayed closed.
“I didn’t do this, I swear.” With a look of determination, he whipped out his wand, casting Alohomora, but the spell hit the door and spread out, fading into nothing.
That exotic scent was back, beckoning to her, pulling her focus to the large man only inches from her side. A quick glance showed glistening sweat on his forehead as he cast another unsuccessful Alohomora.
Pansy craved to yank him down by his wavy hair and slide her tongue along his hairline, collecting each drop of sweat, relishing them as if they were a tasty treat. She couldn't though. He wouldn’t want that. Her fingers gripped against the fabric of her skirt, bunching it up in frustration as she frantically tried to think of another solution.
“The definition of insanity is trying the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.”
Throwing his hands up, he scoffed. “Well, what exactly do you suggest? I haven’t the foggiest idea why it won’t open!”
He turned to face her, and–oh, gods–the yearning and thinly veiled restraint on his face was enough to send a fresh round of fire straight to her center.
She really, really needed to get out of there before she did something completely stupid.
“Window,” she blurted out, pushing past him.
Her body temperature was rising, and a bead of sweat dripped down her spine, sending a shiver of pleasure rocking through her core, and her steps faltered at the sensation.
“You alright?”
“I'm fine,” she sniffed.
Quickly recovering, she hurried to the window and attempted to wrench it open, but, like the door, it didn’t move. At all.
“Neville…”
Coming up behind her, he sighed. “Same as the door.”
Pansy nodded, not looking at him. She was so keyed up, she was afraid just looking at him would make her pounce on him.
“Great. This is just great.”
They were trapped inside his flat by some unknown force. She felt him retreat, and without turning around she murmured, “What happens now?”
“I don’t know,” came the muffled reply.
“Neville, I can’t last long…”
“I know.”
Hesitantly turning back around, she noted Neville was now standing in the center of the sitting room, pinching his nose, eyes closed, his other hand balled into a fist at his side.
Taking advantage of Neville’s closed eyes, Pansy studied him. Light brown lashes, unfairly long, splayed over his cheekbones, complementing the high blush, and pouty pink lips offset the furrow in his brow.
He was even more attractive when he was upset.
She let her gaze slide down past his clean-cut, marble jaw and rake over his sculpted chest, clearly outlined in his tight button up. Her eyes continued their perusal, landing on the straining bulge just below his belt. By the size of it, he had to be huge.
As her cunt started to throb, her mouth watered, and her fingers itched to unbuckle that belt and release the monster hidden in his trousers.
Her tongue licked languidly over her lips, and she envisioned how he would feel in her hand.
Heavy, thick.
Leaking cum as she squeezed, twitching under her palm.
She wondered how he would taste.
Salty? Sour?
How would he feel in her mouth? Would her jaw crack and strain from the sheer size of him?
Would he scream her name when he spilled down her throat?
She ached to find out.
“Pansy, if you keep staring like that, I won’t be able to control myself.”
Her name spilling from his mouth in that coarse baritone was the final straw.
Accepting her fate, she knew there was no escaping the rising need inside her.
Neville appeared set on fighting the effects, on being a gentleman, or concerned with consent, or any number of bloody, stupid, noble shit that Gryffindors believed.
Pansy didn’t want to fight them. She wanted to fuck him.
This might be her only chance to live out the fantasies rolling around in her wank bank. Or perhaps add a few more.
It was time to take action.
Biting her lip, Pansy looked up at him, batting her full, dark lashes. Swaying her hips, she crossed the distance between them, and the feeling of her knickers rubbing over her labia was so distracting, her eyes nearly lost focus.
The same leathery, smoky scent from earlier wafted off of him as she moved close enough to feel the radiating heat from his torso. That alone was enough to make her weak in the knees and, with the lust churning within, she desperately wanted to climb him like a tree.
“What if I don’t want you to control yourself?” she purred.
Neville’s breath hitched, his nostrils flaring as she detected a slight quiver run through him.
One long, manicured finger traced over the buttons on the front of his shirt. “What if I want you to tear my clothes off, bend me over this counter, and fuck this overwhelming desire right out of me?”
His eyes darkened further, now completely black, glittering like obsidian gems.
“What if I told you, Pansy Parkinson, all you had to do is ask, and I would fuck you so hard, you’d feel like you’re being split in half?”
Her knickers were now properly ruined. She dug her nails into her palm, dropping her mouth open with a needy exhale.
He leaned down, a devious grin blooming on his cheeks.
“Plead for it. I bet you’re fucking gorgeous when you beg.”
She was going to explode. Spontaneously combust, catch on fire, and melt into a puddle at his feet.
“Devastatingly so,” she whispered, her mouth grazing his. “Like a goddess, especially when I'm on my knees.” She nipped his lower lip, just hard enough to sting, then ducked out of his way when he lunged for her.
“A tease is what you are,” he growled. “And I don’t think I can hold out much longer.” He cupped himself with a long keen, bucking into his own hand.
Oh, sweet fucking Salazar.
An inferno was raging inside Pansy, igniting her core, and she knew there was no holding back.
“You should probably go into the other room, then,” she murmured, taking one painful, deliberate step back, as every fiber in her being cried out in disappointment. Her fingers itched at her side, her overheated cunt screaming to be touched.
“Is that right?” he panted.
She nodded. “Mmm hmm. Before we do anything we will regret.”
It was a farce. She would not regret anything, but Neville might. Plus, sharing a night of pollen-fueled passion with her long-time fascination, and returning to nothing afterwards, would positively crush her.
“I can… Work off… these effects on my own.”
But, fucking hell, she wanted him to help.
“Can you?” Those blown pupils locked on hers.
“I'm quite talented. Can easily give myself multiple orgasms with just these.”
Pansy raised her hands and wiggled her fingers.
Exhaling a ragged breath, Neville dropped his head down further, stepping back into her space. “I think I need to see it to believe it,” he said, his voice cracking as he rubbed over himself. One pointed canine pressed into his full lower lip, unable to stop a desperate groan.
Neville wanted to watch her masturbate.
Did someone just turn up the heat? Her shirt was sticking to her back, and her breaths were coming so quickly she was worried she might hyperventilate.
Pushing up on her tiptoes, she flattened a hand against his abdomen for balance, his muscles tightening under her touch, and she noted idly that his shirt was damp from sweat.
He was just as affected as she was.
She ghosted hot breath over his mouth, and the pleading whinge he made caused her toes to curl.
“I’d love to perform for you.”
“Oh, Pansy… I do love a good show.”
Dropping back down, Pansy spun away, and with a flick of her fingers, she was nude. The caress of cool air further stiffened her nipples and tickled her damp skin, but didn’t staunch the flame of desire.
From behind, a murmured “Fuck” nearly did her in, but she forced herself to move away, lurching forward unsteadily.
Once gaining her balance, she stalked over the couch in only her red-soled heels, taking her time to seductively crawl onto the oversized velvet cushions, arse in the air, her dripping cunt on display. The slide of her wet thighs elevated her pleasure, her abdominals tensing as a fresh wave of ardor crashed through her.
“Good Godric, Pansy, I’m going to come in my pants just looking at you.”
The helpless edge in his voice pushed her arousal higher, and she was vibrating with excitement to come undone under his watchful stare.
Secretly smirking, she positioned herself against the back, knees bent and pressed together, hands clasping her breasts. She kneaded them, her thumbs rubbing over her pebbled tips, and her body responded with her cunt impatiently clenching around nothing. One hand skated down the soft roundness of her belly, her knees widening, fingertips stopping at the tops of her soaked curls.
When she looked back over at Neville, his trousers were at his ankles, and he was palming himself, the strain to not pump evident in his trembling fist. Beaded precum stained the enlarged tip of his cock, dribbling down the side.
“Thought I’d join you. Waiting for you to start…”
She liked this side of Neville. Bolder, but still leaning on patience. Impressive.
Despite a valiant effort, her resolve snapped, and she couldn’t hold off any longer. If she didn’t find release immediately, she might actually die.
“That’s only fair–oh!” Pansy cried out as she slid two fingers through her slick folds.
Finally. Fucking finally.
Normally, she liked to take her time, taunting herself with long grazes over her curves, playing with her nipples, stroking slowly through her wetness and stoking up her need before going in for the kill.
But not this time. Nothing needed amped up.
Pansy was teetering on the edge after only one single swipe.
She resorted to falling directly on her clit with fervor, circling with delicious pressure, her other hand snaking down to probe at her entrance.
Neville whimpered at the sight, and as if he was given silent permission, he began to shuttle over his shaft with a fast, rhythmic motion. Pansy’s eyes were hyperfocused on the head of his cock as it disappeared into the palm of his hand, enjoying the needy sounds that slipped from Neville’s mouth to fill the silence between them.
Neither lasted even a full minute.
Pansy had three rapidfire thoughts just before she came.
First, she’d never in her life reached her climax this quickly, not alone or even with the help of drugs or another person’s fingers, tongue, or cock.
Second, Neville exploding as she did, his cum shooting out of his cock to spray over his clothing and the floor, his face contorted with a mix of reprieve and rapture, was one of the hottest fucking things she’s ever witnessed.
And third, she was definitely ruining his couch.
As her release tore through her, inhuman sounds clawed their way out of her body. Her vision blurred, going dark at the edges, and she very nearly fainted.
It was the best orgasm of her life.
When she regained her sight, she watched Neville step out of his shoes and kick off his rumpled, soiled trousers. As he stalked over towards her, cock jutting out and wagging in the wind, he ripped his shirt off, buttons flying in every direction, and he was completely bare by the time he stopped in front of her.
He sank to his knees, a supplicant look in his eyes as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. She nodded, and without a word, he descended on her cunt. His tongue was first on the attack, nothing gentle in its asunder.
That first swipe had Pansy lifting off the couch, small fingers weaving into his hair, sunbursts exploding behind her eyes.
Once exposed, his lips sealed around her sensitive bud, sucking and massaging as his tongue expertly played her. When his teeth joined in perfect harmony, she shattered, her hands holding his head in place as she writhed against him.
But Neville wasn’t done. He drank her down, devouring her, lapping at her release like it was the nectar of life and he was dying. He lifted her hips, opening her wide to lick deep inside. As the tip of his tongue slid over the front of her walls, she came for a third time, screaming his name in disbelief, in relief.
In satisfaction.
In sheer fucking delight.
His entire body shuddered, his head lolling back in bliss. “Fucking hell, I came untouched that time.”
Leaning forward, he collapsed into her, his head resting on her lower abdomen. “I’m still hard. Merlin. I’ve heard this can last for hours but bloody hell, I didn’t think it would be this intense.”
She was still aching, despite three orgasms in quick succession. Pansy shifted under him, trying to find friction. Maybe just one more would do the trick, sate the lustful beast awakened inside her. Or two. Definitely at least two.
But she was greedy, and she wanted all night with him.
“This couch is ruined.”
“Then it won’t matter if we fuck on it, will it?”
“Pansy…” He sat back on his haunches, and Pansy glimpsed his sticky erection, pointing into the sky. The urge to taste him became overpowering.
She ran her tongue along her teeth, her heartbeat in her throat. “Oh, look at the mess you’ve made.” Pressing her pointed heel into his chest, he toppled backward onto the rug with a huff. “Let me help you clean up.”
Pansy slithered off the couch and strutted over to the counter, her high heels clicking against the hardwood the only sound in the room. Pulling out one of the ornate flowers, a fresh puff of yellow entered the air, and she grinned mischievously. The petals were larger than her palm and, as she walked back over to Neville, she plucked one free.
She straddled his thigh, grinding her aching core against lean muscle. With the petal in hand, she wiped at the mess on his abdomen, leaving behind soft smears of bright yellow, then moved it to glide over his cock. Neville squirmed under her touch, gritting his teeth and grunting as the velvety texture of the flower petal teased his sensitive skin.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking care of you.” Continuing to stroke him slowly, she winked, her lips quirking into a devious smile.
“That’s… ah, Pans, fuck. This isn’t going to end in me being clean.“
“Oh, no?” She murmured teasingly, beginning to rock over his thigh as he twitched under her hand. She loved having power over him, delighting in each micro expression as her other hand to cupped his tightening balls.
Neville reached down and squeezed over her breast, and Pansy arched her back and moaned.
“Gods, you’re killing me,” he exclaimed, eyes rolling back in his head.
She twisted her wrist, thumbing his frenulum. “You like it.”
With a growl, his other hand wrapped around hers, making her pump faster over him. Digging his heels in, he bucked up to match the speed, and Pansy rode his bouncing thigh as she keened, the precipice of pleasure within her grasp.
“Fuck!” Neville screamed as he pulsed, spilling over their fingers.
Pansy followed suit, toppling over the edge with a long wail, flooding over his leg.
The quietness of the room was met with haggard breathing as they both came down from their highs. Neville loosened his grip around Pansy, but she snatched his hand before he could pull away. Using the flower petal, which had shockingly not disintegrated with the friction, she wiped his fingers clean.
Holding the sopping petal up, she tilted her head.
“These are edible, right?”
“What?”
She snorted. “They’d have to be.”
“Are you–”
Before he could finish asking, she stuffed the cum soaked flower into her mouth and hummed indulgently. His salty spend created a heavenly mix with the saccharine earthiness of the flower.
“Pansy, spit it out!”
Swallowing, she raised her eyebrows at him, then opened her mouth wide, revealing it was empty.
“Too late.”
Neville pushed up on his elbows, eyes blown wide. “Merlin, Pansy, do you know what you just did?”
“Did you not enjoy watching me savor your cum?”
Spluttering, Neville’s face reddened. “I, uh– that’s not the point–”
“Next time, I’ll sample it straight from the source.”
His cock twinged against his stomach, completely erect again. “Fuck, the mouth on you.”
As if his words triggered a spell, the magical effect of the flower took hold, and scorching hunger tore through her, hotter and more intense than just the pollen. She could swear her cunt might actually catch fire with the amount of heat it was putting off.
“Yes, we haven’t done that yet. I’ll add it to the list. But… What about my cunt?” She shimmied against him, throwing her head back to moan at the ceiling.
He chuckled, admiring her glistening body. “You’re going to be insatiable after eating that.”
The way he perused her form kicked up the coiling blaze in her core, diffusing out to the very tips of her fingers and toes.
She needed him inside her, to feel the ridges of his cock slide over that sweet spot in the front of her walls.
“Join me then.” She picked up the remnants of the flower by her knee. “Let’s make this night unforgettable.”
His eyes bore into her, intense, and his voice dropped to a whisper. “It’s already the best night of my life.”
A different warmth spread through her at those words, lighting up those emotional nerve endings in her brain, but she shoved that feeling away, certain he only meant the physical experience. She couldn’t get attached, not when this wouldn’t be happening without the effect of sex pollen.
He took the flower from her, stuffed the remainder into his mouth, and roved his gaze over her writhing body, chewing slowly.
It was evident the moment the second wave of lust took effect. Neville’s breathing changed, crimson crept up his neck, and his cock, his perfect, pink, swollen cock, actually waved in her direction.
Unable to wait any longer, Pansy scrambled over top of him, knees tucked alongside his hips, scraping her nails down the front of him as she dragged her wet cunt along his shaft. His hands found her hair, pulling her down, and suddenly they were kissing, Neville licking hungrily into her mouth. She could taste her own muskiness as her tongue tangled with his.
Fireworks exploded inside her, heightening every slide of his cock through her folds, and when the tip grazed her bundle of nerves, she broke the kiss to breathe his name against his lips.
Moving south, she peppered kisses down the column of his throat, stopping to tongue along the thick cords of his neck.
“I’m so empty, Neville. I need you to fill me up,” she whined.
“Use me, love. Impale yourself on my cock.”
Rising up, she notched him at her entrance, and taking a deep breath, slid down, shuddering at the delicious stretch of her inner walls. She was so soaked, it took only a couple of back and forths before she was fully seated.
A relieved, choked cry bellowed out of her throat.
Neville’s hands flew to her hips, holding her in place, biting his lip and clearly fighting an internal battle.
“I need… just a few seconds, or I’ll explode the moment you move.”
“I can’t, Neville, please,” she cried, wiggling against his tight hold.
When her efforts proved futile, she changed tactics, fluttering her walls, and Neville’s will broke in an instant. His face morphed into one of determination, and he fucked up into her with abandon, his fingers bruising her hips in his hold.
Pansy let go, giving in to his whims, flailing with his hard thrusts. Each time he thrust upward, he felt like he was reaching deeper inside her, pressing in enough she was having trouble catching her breath.
His feral howl of release did her in, and she crumbled in his arms, shaking as she fell apart, and every cell in her body rejoiced.
She was wrong, earlier. This was the best orgasm of her life.
In an instant, Neville was lifting her up and off him, and he carried her back over to the couch.
“I’m ready to find out how well my cock fits in your throat.” He gripped her hair, angling her head up. “Open wide, little witch.”
“Demanding, are we?” she teased, pretending she wasn’t also dying to discover how much of him she could take. Her mouth filled with saliva, her eyes glazing over as she ran a fingertip over the enlarged vein on the underside.
“You insisted we eat the flower, now I plan to have my way with you on every surface of this flat, learning just how well each opening on your body handles my girth.”
Merlin’s tits, she liked when he took the reins, even more than when she was in charge.
And every hole? Please and thank you. She wanted to be fully violated and sated when she finally took her leave of this place.
He nudged at her closed lips. “I’ve just had your cunt, your mouth is next.”
Turning her head to the side, continuing her defiance, she gave him a devilish grin. “And after? Will you take my arse over the counter? Or will we finally fuck properly in your bed?”
Yanking harder on her hair, he chuckled darkly. The pain in her scalp was exquisite, and she gasped at the prickling sensation. Neville took advantage and shoved past her teeth, trembling as several salty drops trickled out onto her tongue. The flavor explosion of his spend and her essence turned her blood into hot lava as it coursed through her veins, carrying carnal passion directly to her loins.
“If you do a good job, I’ll let you pick.”
Her jaw cracked as she took him deeper, tapping the back of her throat, and he was so enormous, he was only halfway in.
Curling her palm around his base, she slid back until only the bulbous head of his dick remained inside, and she swirled the tip of her tongue around his slit. Flitting her gaze north to lock with his ocean blue eyes, she grinned devilishly around him and toyed with his frenulum before hollowing her cheeks and sucking him back in.
“Fuck, that’s good. So bloody good.”
The salacious groan that reached her ears spurred her on, and she began a rhythmic pace, slurping and sucking over him with enthusiasm. The further back she took him, the harder it was to breathe, and she had to focus on inhaling through her nose. Her eyes began to water and saliva spilled out from the corners of her mouth, but Neville began to meet her bobs with excited thrusts, punctuated by staccato keening sounds.
Her free hand reached down to the apex of her thighs, and she hummed in satisfaction at the contact with her clit.
“No, Pansy. I didn’t say you could touch yourself.”
Fucking hell. She could have cried as her hand returned to his thigh, and she dug her nails into his flesh, leaving small, crescent shaped gauges of defiance.
But instead of hurting him, the pain pushed him higher, and Neville buried the tip of his cock in her throat and unleashed a cascade of cum with a whimper. She tried to keep up, downing big gulps, but the volume was too much, and some dribbled out onto her chin. When the deluge finally slowed, Neville pulled all the way out, releasing her hair and inching backward.
“I’ve never…. Godric, Pans, you perfect little witch. I think I’m in love with you.”
A pang of longing echoed through her consciousness at hearing the word love spill from his mouth. He didn’t mean it the way she wanted him to. It was fueled by the pollen, and he was only complimenting her skillful mouth. She had to mentally smack herself into submission, hide her hope deep in her gut.
She yelped as strong arms lifted her into the air as if she weighed nothing, and deposited her onto the counter.
“Wait, I thought you said I’d get to choose.”
“You will.” He crouched down, his face level with her cunt. “You’ll need a little prep first.”
Chewing her lip, she wondered just what that would entail. Hopefully it meant another glorious climax riding his face.
“Lay back, little witch, and try to relax.”
Pansy obeyed, and Neville began with gentle strokes of his tongue through her folds, teasing her clit and circling her entrance. As he worked her up, a sudden warmth around her puckered hole had her gasping, and she nearly rolled off the counter when his fingertip prodded through her tight ring. Only his other palm flat on her abdomen kept her in place.
Pumping into her backside, he drove her libido up with lazy flicks and languid licks around her engorged bud, and just when she was about to tumble into bliss, he vacated her, and she cried out in frustration, sitting up with a scowl.
“Ah, just wait,” he chortled. “I’ll get you there soon enough.”
Now, now, now, her mind screamed, as the pollen guided her thoughts, aching to be touched, driven to ecstasy.
“Neville, please–”
Flinging her over his shoulder, her words were cut off, and Neville traversed the length of the flat and threw her on the bed.
“On your hands and knees, facing away.”
Her body trembled in anticipation as she obliged, ready and willing. This wouldn’t be her first time having anal sex, but never with someone as big as Neville. The stretch might tear her in half.
She could not wait.
Palming her arse cheeks, he spread her wide and spat, the warm saliva making her squirm. After lining himself up, he leaned over her, nipping her earlobe and kissing the supple skin just below.
“I’ll start slow, but I cannot promise to be gentle.”
She turned her head, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss. “Don’t be gentle. Fuck me like you mean it.”
He sucked her lower lip into his mouth and eased into her, both of them sighing when the tip popped through. He snaked an arm around her body to slip between her folds, making the transition as pleasurable for her as possible.
Pansy was grateful for how considerate this wizard was, thinking of her comfort when, based on her own inferno, he was surely ready to brutally pound into her. She was unable to stuff down this feeling, and something cracked in her chest; this was everything she’d been dreaming of, and it would kill her to walk away. A single tear worked free, carving a path down to the bedding below, and she was thankful he couldn’t see her face.
True to his word, he leisurely pumped into her, one painstaking inch at a time, his teeth sliding over her shoulder and attaching to the crook of her neck. When he was fully inside, he paused, both of them quivering messes. Neville sucked lightly over her pulse point before straightening up, his hands finding purchase on her hips.
“Hold on, little witch.”
Right as Pansy fisted the duvet, he pulled back and speared in with such fervor, she was propelled forward into the pillows. Bracing a hand against the headboard, she prepared for the onslaught, allowing herself to melt into the lust, shutting her mind down from any further thoughts of the future, intent on living in the moment.
He took up a brutal pace, grunting and groaning with every plunge into her arse, a stream of sinful words departing his mouth.
“Fuck you’re so perfect. You feel like heaven. Couldn't have dreamed of a better night. So good, little witch, taking me so well.”
The build to her climax was slower this time, whether from the positioning or the pollen effects wearing down, but Pansy savored it. The frenzied thrusts and fevered words of her companion were music to her ears, and she helped herself along the way with a hand between her legs. When he arduously screamed her name and filled her up, she gave in and soared with him, riding the waves of pleasure until she was a boneless, shaking mess.
Falling to the mattress beside her, Neville pulled her body into his, planting a kiss on her temple.
“Oh, Pansy,” he murmured.
Not answering him, she laced their fingers together, drawing his hand to her mouth to kiss his knuckles.
“Gods, I’m a sweaty disaster.”
Snorting, she shifted towards him and smiled. “As am I, so at least we match?”
“I’m also still hard as stone.”
Flickering her gaze south, she noted a rigid cock tucked against his belly, and a quick graze of her fingers along her seam confirmed she was in the same predicament.
“Up.”
He rolled off the bed and held out a hand.
She looked at him bewildered. “What?”
“Shower, now. Let’s wash off this pollen to see if that helps.”
“Neville, we ate the fucking flower, too,” Pansy reminded him.
Pursing his lips, he canted his head, his eyes gleaming.
“Okay, maybe I just want to see your tits covered in soapy water, and then fuck you against the wall. Is that a problem?”
Laughing, she took his hand and allowed herself to be tugged out of bed.
They fucked three times in the shower, and once more in the bed before succumbing to sleep.
The next morning, Pansy awoke to the smell of coffee and sausages, and her stomach grumbling reminded her she hadn’t eaten since lunch the previous day.
She’d also probably burned through all of her body’s reserves in their sexual escapades the night before.
Entering the kitchen wearing one of his oversized shirts, she smiled awkwardly at Neville. He was wearing low slung sweatpants and a worn, green cooking apron that said ‘I Wet My Plants’ across the front in white, bold lettering, a small potted plant below. It was the silliest thing she’d ever seen, but it was exactly the kind of item he would own.
“Morning,” he said, handing her a mug and kissing her temple. “Milk is in the icebox and sugar is on the counter.” Nonchalant, he spun back to the stove, as if this morning was normal.
As she made her way to the icebox, she noted the box with the flowers was sealed up and by the front door.
She fixed her coffee and then took a seat on a stool at the counter. “What’s the, uh, plan for the flowers?”
“Why, would you like to hold onto them?” Nevile winked at her.
With a grin, she winked back. “Only if we share.”
They both chuckled, and then a weighted silence fell between them. Pansy nervously sipped her coffee, her mind racing, unsure what to say.
Hey, Neville, last night was incredible. I’ve been in love with you for ages, and I was hoping we could make this a regular thing.
Somehow, she didn’t think that would be the best approach.
Neville slid a plate of food in front of her, complete with sausages, fried potatoes, scrambled eggs, grilled tomatoes, and toast with jam.
“I wasn’t sure what you liked, but I would guess after… after our activities, you might be starving.”
“A solid assumption. Thanks.” She took a bite of toast, chewing quickly, casting her eyes downward.
She would eat and run. Hopefully. As long as she could leave.
“The door opens again. I checked when I awoke.” One side of Neville’s mouth curved up, but the emotion didn’t reach his eyes. “Thought you might want to go home soon, and I didn’t know if I'd need to find a way out for you.”
“Must have been a spell attached to the pollen.” Her cheeks turned pink as more memories from the night before flooded in. “Should we… talk about it?”
Setting down his fork, Neville leaned back and crossed his arms. “I’m sure you’re probably upset.”
Her eyes widened, and she shook her head. “No,” she insisted. “Not at all actually.”
“Really?” The surprised joy on his face made her stomach flip flop, and Pansy debated what to say. Whether she should admit her personal feelings towards him, or if she should just cut and run.
Be brave, Pansy, Just tell him. The worst he can say is he isn’t interested.
Taking a deep breath, she straightened her shoulders.
“Really. Full disclosure, I loved it.”
A shocked noise escaped Neville’s mouth, and a grin spread over his cheeks.
“You did?”
Her nod only made him smile wider.
“That’s a relief.”
“In fact,” she drew in a bolstering breath, “I’ve thought about being with you in that way for some time.”
“In that way…” His eyes searched her face. “Drugged?”
She guffawed, his answer unexpected. “No, you git! Intimate.” Her lips twitched. “I’ve been infatuated with you for quite some time. Kept hoping you’d notice me.”
“I always notice you.”
She sucked in a breath, her heart skipping a beat. He couldn’t possibly mean it.
“Every time you walk in a room, you’re the only person I see. You’re distracting, so beautiful, whip-smart, and I literally think of excuses to end up in your orbit.”
Her mouth was agape. “Neville, why didn’t you say something?”
He shrugged, looking away. “I’m a simple florist, and you’re…” his eyes darted back to her, and he waved up and down. “You’re literal perfection in heels. I didn’t think I had a chance.”
Unbelievable. This man had been pining for her, possibly as long as she’s been longing for him, and like two idiots, they'd been circling each other without making contact.
Sliding off the wooden stool, Pansy padded around the counter to stand between Neville’s parted legs. She reached up and cradled his face in her hands, pulling his forehead down to hers.
“I want this. You. Us.” She rubbed her nose over his. “Can we give a relationship a try?”
“After last night, I think I’d be a fool to say no.”
Pansy pinched his side, and he yelped before huffing out a laugh. He leaned forward and they shared a chaste kiss.
“Wait,” Pansy said, pulling back. The exchange between Luna and Theo ran through her thoughts. “The flowers. Do you think Luna ordered them on purpose?”
Neville looked skyward, groaning. “It's absolutely something she would do. I swear, she can read people so well, and could probably sense our mutual attraction. She’s always meddling in other people’s business.”
“Well, I’m certainly glad she did. This time, at least.”
Her eyes flitted over to the box by the door, then met Neville’s with a playful glint.
“Should we maybe keep a few of the flowers for future use?”
A slow smile bloomed on his face as he pulled her body flush with his. “I’ve already stashed some in a secure cabinet under a stasis charm.”