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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Dec 4, 2019 6:02:58 GMT
Things were getting more playful and Dorcas smirked as Roddy's hand settled around her throat. Things had come an impossibly long way in a short amount of time, although from the first time his hand had been around her throat to the present time, well over a decade had passed and that could hardly be considered fast by anyone's standards, but then again Dorcas wasn't exactly normal. "DADDYYYYYY!! DADDY, HELP MEEEEE!" A shrill scream came from upstairs and and Dorcas rolled her eyes, sighing. "DADDYYYYYY! NOWWW!" The first time Dorcas had heard Aurora screaming she'd jumped straight into action, running to Aurora at top speed, ready to fight what needed to be fought, ready to defend Roddy's little Princess against whatever evil she was faced with. As it turned out the fight was less dramatic than anything she'd ever had in her life, and the evil was just a small bug that had gotten in to Aurora's playroom. Dorcas had been prepared to cut someone's head off, Roddy had practically pissed himself laughing. Needless to say, Dorcas had taken Aurora's cries - nay screams - for help a lot less seriously ever since.
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Outfit: House wife-ing Dorcas stylez looks like this xD
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Dec 14, 2019 6:19:56 GMT
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One hand wrapped tightly around his wife’s throat; Rodolphus’ left hand was free to begin tugging at the waistband of Dorcas’ joggers. A mid-morning slaughter was just the thing to get his blood pumping, and with the annoyance of his wound now nothing more than an uncomfortable memory, Rodolphus was all too eager to let out all the pent up energy that he had been holding in. Usually, after a big mission like this one, Rodolphus would come straight home and he wouldn’t leave Dorcas alone until she was sore and very nearly broken. His mind raced with all the new ways he would make her cry for him – it was the only time he really ever saw her cry and there was just something about it that made him hard. Pulling her trousers down, he only managed a peek at the top of her panties before a shrill cry came bellowing down the stairs. He growled in annoyance, his right hand loosening slightly.
Aurora was much like Rodolphus was at that age, expecting to be waited on hand and foot. Her every desire was catered to and Roddy hardly ever told her no. If he did have to deny her a request, she would pout and cry – a severe difference to the ruthless aggression a young Roddy would have responded with – and then Rodolphus would shower her with other gifts until she smiled again. Rodolphus never thought of her as being spoiled, she was a princess and it was unfathomable that a princess could be spoiled. She deserved the world on a golden platter and as any good father would, he wanted to give it to her. But at this very moment he more wanted to give Dorcas a stiff something, so he ignored the child’s screaming and tightened his grip around Dorcas’ throat, pulling her joggers down.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Dec 31, 2019 6:15:21 GMT
With neither of them interested in Aurora's calls for her father, Dorcas assumed the house elf would deal with the screaming little Princess. She had one to do all that she desired so why she wanted to shout for Rodolphus was beyond Dorcas' understanding. Hadn't she just been in a huff with him? Perhaps she was calling to say she had forgiven him, but Dorcas couldn't really see Roddy caring all too much at the moment. He'd had a busy day slaughtering innocent. Dorcas was surprised he'd not been home sooner, but then again he probably had to report to the Dark Lord and with that anything could have happened. All she knew was his wound hadn't been taken care of for Merlin only knew how long, and he'd not unfortunately passed out from lack of blood, although with his blood beginning to rush elsewhere, perhaps he'd pass out soon enough. Aurora screamed for her father once more but Dorcas barely heard, she'd reached a hand to Roddy's shoulder and was already digging her nails into his warm flesh while her other hand gripped a cushion.
Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
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Outfit: House wife-ing Dorcas stylez looks like this xD
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Jan 14, 2020 7:59:57 GMT
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Screams for “daddy!” played in the background but they were soon drowned out by other noises in the immediate area and eventually silenced completely. Aurora had either tired herself out, screamed herself hoarse, or been taken care of by Mopsy; her personal house elf. Rodolphus was accustomed to tuning everything else out when he was with Dorcas, something he had assumed would fade once they were married and the game of mistress and adulterer was nothing more than lingering fantasy. She was still as captivating as ever as he pulled her trousers off completely and tossed them out of the way, sliding his hand between her legs and making her arch with a flick of his tongue. Rodolphus was not gentle with her, he rarely was and generally only when he was more tired than horny, and by the time they were done they’d destroyed most of the lounge. The elves would have their work cut out for them cleaning up later, and there were a fair few instruments needing a proper disinfecting after they were gone. Roddy slapped Dorcas’ arse with a strong smacking sound, leaving a red outline of his hand on her right bum cheek as he pulled himself up from the floor and fell back onto the sofa in all his glory. There was no telling what time it was, the sun had set long before his arrival home, but he was certain there was plenty of time for another round after a short reprieve. He breathed heavily, his hairy chest rising and falling as he watched Dorcas with a sinister grin on his face.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 20, 2020 14:04:19 GMT
It was amazing how predictable Roddy was. Even before they were married he'd been Mr Predictable. She knew his moods, she knew his tells. There wasn't a lot that he could hide from her any more and yet they were still able to go at it like it was all sneaky and behind closed doors. Not that their shagging had always been behind closed doors, they'd even burst through a few in their time, but it was interesting that after so long, they were still riding each other to exhaustion.
With a final slap of her arse that she barely felt any more, Roddy climbed his way onto the sofa. Dorcas was laid face down on the floor, breathing fast, her clothes scattered all around. She stood up and stretched her arms into the air, clasping her hands above her head as she went up on tip toes. "That all you got?" She asked, unclasping her hands and lowering her arms to hang beside her. "You're getting old." She teased with a smirk, turning around to the exit and walking out, making her usual way to the kitchen, ready to refuel with a bowl of cereal. Perhaps Roddy wasn't the only predictable one.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Jan 20, 2020 23:17:16 GMT
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Milky white skin stretched and bounced in front of him as Dorcas worked all the kinks out that he’d put into her. “Guess you fancy old cock, then.” He shook his dick at her from his position on the sofa. He was getting old, it was true. He was thirty already and he could feel the little creaks and cracks people spoke of that he’d always assumed were just exaggerations from people who needed to take better care of themselves. He had always kept fit, but his 30th birthday had brought about an improved exercise regimen to ensure he remained in peak physical condition. Fucking women aside, Rodolphus had a lengthy workout daily and if he could manage an extra run in the evening hours, he would take full advantage. Rolling around with Dorcas would be his second workout today and counting.
Dorcas scurried off for her usual bowl of processed crap as Rodolphus allowed his head to lull to the back of the sofa. He heard her footsteps grow lighter as she moved toward the kitchen, but they returned with a more rushed sound and a shorter gait. “Daddy! Daddy!” Aurora came rushing into the room and missed seeing her father stark naked by only a millisecond as Rodolphus realized the footsteps belonged to the other witch in his life. He managed to grab a cushion from the sofa and cover his lap just as the dark curls appeared in the doorway. The enchantment that kept Aurora away whenever Rodolphus and Dorcas were in the midst of things had lifted now that Dorcas had left the room. Much like the muggle-repelling charm their alma mater employed to keep muggles from discovering the school, Roddy had cast a similar enchantment when Dorcas first moved to the chateau. “Mopsy said I have to go to bed but I don’t want to! Tell her I don’t have to do what she says. She’s not listening. She never listens.”
Rodolphus looked to the clock. It was past the seven year old’s bedtime by nearly an hour. “You need sleep if you want to keep that pretty face,” Rodolphus said matter-of-factly. “How will you attract a good husband if you’re all wrinkly and ugly like your Uncle Rabastan?” Aurora pulled a face. “Do you want me to tuck you in?” he asked.
Aurora nodded. “And I get three stories tonight,” she demanded, holding three fingers up to ensure her father understood.
“Three,” he nodded in agreement. “Run along and get your pyjamas on. I’ll be right behind you.” Aurora left, seemingly unshocked by her father’s lack of clothing or the disarray of the lounge. Rodolphus kept her innocent of a good many things but even a little princess was not immune completely to the lifestyle of a man like Rodolphus. His shirt was ruined, but Rod found his trousers and pulled them on once Aurora was out of the room.
He followed the sound of Aurora’s happy footsteps into her bedroom to find that she had made a mess of her toys again. Mopsy would need see to them after Aurora fell asleep. Wearing a blue nightgown with a picture of a blonde cartoon fairy from some muggle movie Dorcas had given her, Aurora climbed into her bed and sat straight upright, waiting for her daddy. Stepping carefully over the piles of dolls and stuffed animals, Roddy made his way to her bookshelf and picked out a few options. “How about ‘Lucille the Leucrota’,” Rodolphus asked, holding up a book with a drawn leucrota wearing a brightly colored sun bonnet. “She’s going to a party,” he said with as much enthusiasm as he could muster for a child’s book he had read a hundred times over. He already knew it would be a hit, having started over toward Aurora’s bed with it before she could even begin to voice her agreement. Aurora laid back onto her pillow as instructed as her father slide onto the bed next to, opening the book and beginning to read.
Aurora looked at the pictures and read a few of the lines herself but claimed her father did the voices better and strong-armed the man into using a high-pitched tone when reading Lucille’s parts. “What’s that?” Aurora interrupted softly, poking her father in the ribs as she pointed out the faint scar that hadn’t been there this morning. Rodolphus ignored her question and shushed her, then continued reading.
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