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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Dec 19, 2017 5:29:14 GMT
 If I am an angel paint me with black wings
Her rules were moronic but Rodolphus played along, only pushing the boundaries when he wanted to piss her off and have that really great hate sex they did so well together. Long ago Dorcas had set up a series of rules, most of which she had loosened up on or forgone completely over the years, but one thing she had kept around, at least to some degree, was her rule on gifts. She knew Rodolphus had a habit of buying people's affections, at least that was what she thought since he came from money and she was adorably middle-class, so Dorcas had made a rule against gift giving. He'd chipped away at it long ago and now she didn't bat an eye when he brought her lavish things for Christmas or her birthday. She also graciously accepted his gift of a new bedroom set after the pair had broken her bed during a particularly vigorous round of fucking.
Still, she had her rules and she was the most stubborn woman Rodolphus had ever met, so it was no wonder she’d set these fucking rules and insisted on having them followed. She was a pain in the arse. For the longest time she wouldn’t even kiss Rodolphus, as if that action alone was somehow more intimate than him shoving his dick up her arse and making her scream for more. Oh, but she had no problem branding her mark into his ribs like he was some steer she owned. Dorcas Meadowes was insufferable and the thought of her made his dick hard.
He had been given a key to her little flat when she lived in the city and another after she'd purchased her tiny cottage. She claimed it was just simpler this way and that she didn't want her neighbors seeing him waiting outside her door. Rodolphus said it was because she didn't want to wait the length of time between her answering the door and him pulling her knickers off. “You decent?” he shouted from the crowded little cupboard she insisted on calling a foyer, hoping to high hell she wasn’t. Dorcas insisted on wearing the tightest fucking pants and while they made her arse look utterly fantastic, they were a beast to pull off her tiny little legs. She was small, but thick and Rodolphus loved smacking her backside and watching it jiggle as he fucked her from behind. “I’ve got something that’ll make you want to suck my cock more than usual.” Roddy strolled into the kitchen and helped himself to a glass of scotch he kept stocked at her place.
On the table Rodolphus had placed a short, rectangular box wrapped in dark green paper with a silver ribbon tied into a bow. Inside said box, Dorcas would find her birthday gift; two tickets to a Queen concert in New Orleans, two backstage passes, and perhaps the most useful of items inside the box was a picture of Rodolphus’ dick. He looked up at Dorcas through the doorway and grinned over his glass. “Happy birthday.”
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Dec 19, 2017 7:54:20 GMT
 Dorcas had never seen the big deal about birthdays. She was someone that loved attention but when it was all given to her for the day she was born it jut seemed forced and unnecessary. She liked to keep her celebrations quiet and simple which was always easy enough at Hogwarts. The only person that had known her birthday at school had been Tersha. Her birthday was just always overshadowed by Hallowe'en, something Dorcas had taken advantage of this year. Because it was her first birthday in a while that her parents insisted she do something for. They were probably just looking for an excuse o get her mind, and probably Dorian's, away from Paris for the night. Her mum had wanted a big party, lots of people, loud music, plenty to drink. Dorcas had been convinced by her dad that a meal out would be a lovely way to spend the evening. She'd agreed - providing that everyone dress up in costume.
Dorcas had gone for a mermaid sort of thing which he really quite loved. She'd dyed her hair blonde and added some length to it much like she had done for a few fancy dress parties here and there over the years. Her mum had been rather fancy looking. Dorcas had no idea what era she was from or whatever but she looked nice in her blue dress. Her dad had been hilarious, some kind of Carmen Miranda dancer. The fruit had looked bloody delicious. Dorian and Ariel had come as a duo. Batman and Batgirl. It had been a fun night, attention was drawn away from it being her birthday and more to the costumes. The presents had been graciously accepted and thanked for at the beginning of the evening and it had all been rather fun. They weren't the only ones dressed in costume but it was only one other couple that was eating dressed up, still the Italian food had been delicious and then it was back to her parents for cake and coffee, though Dorcas of course had hot chocolate with cream, marshmallows and a sprinkle of chocolate powder and she enjoyed making Dorian uncomfortable by slowly scooping the cream with her finger and sucking it off. She usually didn't make such a show of it but it was her birthday and she wanted to torture him a little while nobody else seemed to bat an eye. It was perhaps a little mean to annoy him so but by Merlin's beard it was just somehow irresistible.
Dorian and Ariel had gone home first and Tersha had hung with her and her parents for a while after until she too had to go. Dorcas spent some alone time with her parents. Dorcas was kind of glad to just have some time with her parents as they snuggled on their lounge room couch and just talked about random bits, Dorcas in the middle and her father's fruit hat dropping on her head every now and then when he leant a little too much but it couldn't last all night, although Dorcas figured her parents were probably hoping it would, instead she thanked them for a fantastic evening and grabbed the bags her presents were in. She gave her parents a kiss goodbye, earning unwanted hugs from the both of them, hadn't she just spent enough time hugging her parents?! Dorcas finally got away and disapperated home. Her costume didn't really make for easy movement but it was totally worth the restricted movements and the little steps she had to take in order to walk. It looked adorable, obviously, so that was all that mattered. Practicality could be over looked for one night.
Dorcas finally made her way up the path to her front door and let herself in. With a push she shut the door behind her and listened as the lock clicked into place by itself. Good. She was done for the night. Being social with her family was bloody exhausting and she just wanted to check out her presents, have a shower, and go to bed. Next year would be different, next year she'd maybe just go out with Tersha, tear up the town and get a little, or a lot, wild. No doubt her parents would want to join in on that but whether they would or not would have to wait a year to be seen.
Sitting on her sofa, Dorcas leant back and let out a sigh. She pulled the bags she had hold of up onto the sofa and looked through one from her parents, rummaging as the door to her front door opened. Ah. Bollocks. Did he remember it was her birthday or was he simply here by coincidence? She had a feeling it was because he remembered, he'd not missed a single one, but she was really just hoping it was a coincidence. Her rules had been slowly crumbling over the years. It was ridiculous that they'd been messing around for eleven years but it wasn't like she was complaining and it worked for her. No commitment. They fucked. Fucking was what they did. It was straight forward and there were no lasting emotions involved. At least that was what she still told herself, she ignored that from time to time seeing him made her happy. There was no need for niceties or considering one another's feelings. It was strange that him staying the night or them having weekends away just wasn't strange. That wasn't something she'd ever thought she'd feel comfortable with but it was fine, more than fine - it was nice. There were no feelings between them and she even kind of liked being wrapped up in someones arms while she slept, she didn't miss him when he wasn't there and when he was it was comfortable. Usually his hand was on her boob but she was fine with that.
Dorcas kept looking through her things as Rodolphus walked through the cottage, making a beeline for the kitchen where his scotch was kept. He claimed to have something for her and her curiosity got the better of her. She sighed as she walked through the house and stood in the doorway to the kitchen. He set something down on the table and started preparing a drink. Dorcas looked over to him, then to the box on the table, and then back up to Rodolphus as he wished her a happy birthday. She looked to the watch on her wrist and she supposed he was just in time for that technically so she waddle with her fins and feet to the table in the centre of the kitchen. Once there she picked up the box, a little suspicious of a grinning Rodolphus. He was far too smug for her liking and she knew it would mean she'd be regretting letting him buy her a gift this year. She really should have just set a rule of no sodding gifts at all an stuck to it but then again he had treated her to a fair few things that she rather loved. If it was jewellery in the box though it was sitting in her draw alongside all the other pieces she had that were never going to see the light of day again.
Giving it a suspicious little shake Dorcas set the box back down again. Pulling the ribbon off and lifting the lid of box she gazed in, stoney faced. It wasn't jewellery she was seeing so that was good but there were concert tickets in the box and something else. She picked them up an inspected them. Queen Concert tickets?! She moved then to the back of her hand, behind what else she was holding. She looked at the next gift and moved them, the back stage passes, to the back of her hand too. Her features only changing when she got to the last little gift. "You're such a fucking twat." She laughed, looking at him, tilting her head, amused that she'd not seen that of all things coming. As for the Queen concert tickets and back stage passes she wanted to smack him over the head with them. "Thank you for my gifts." She said. It still felt strange saying those particular words to Rodolphus of all people. It felt weird and awkward but she always did receiving gifts from him. She placed the ticket and backstage passes back in the box and then looked at the picture of his dick. She turned it around to face him, "I'm putting it on my bedside table." She smirked as she moved away from the counter, walking around the end of it and making her way awkwardly towards the exit of the kitchen, not looking forward to climbing the stairs in this fish tail.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Dec 19, 2017 8:13:55 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
Rodolphus should have taken a moment to look around the tiny little cottage before fixing himself a drink. He had a habit of entering a room and doing whatever he pleased, making himself at home because if he really wanted to, he could buy the whole fucking village and claim it as his own. Making a beeline for the liquor he paid to stay stocked in her home was rather expected, at least in Rodolphus’ mind, but taking in the room might not have been a bad idea from time to time. It had happened before, that he had been caught unaware as he casually strolled through her place. Once, some bloke she worked with caught him in his birthday suit with a bottle of liquor and a couple glasses, headed up the stairs to her room hollering something about shoving the bottle places it ought not to be. He'd walked in on tea with her mum a fair few times, giving Emily more reason to carry on talking to Dorcas about how lovely Roddy was and insinuating the pair should get together formally. More than a decade of screwing the same girl and there were bound to be a few surprises, and this was certainly one of them.
His thick eyebrows raised at the mermaid that waddled towards him as he sipped his scotch and took her in. She was blonde. She'd changed her hair a number of times since they started shagging and his favorite had always been blonde. There was just something about the look of her big, plump lips against the icy blonde locks that made him want to do indescribable things to her, and he usually did. While not the most obvious of things to fixate on at first glance, Rodolphus had a thing for blondes and on more than one occasion he had thought to himself that if Dorcas were only permanently blonde and more conservative in her political views, she would be the most perfect fucking woman in the world. Tonight she was a step closer to perfection.
The rest of her get-up was pretty damn attractive as well. He had never considered he might be attracted to a fish but if they looked like that, Rodolphus would fuck them all. Her tits were barely covered by seashells that looked as though they’d been enchanted to stay on without any straps or clasps. Her shapely hips which were normally clad in skin tight denim were now covered in skin tight scales. Roddy wasn’t sure how he was getting that off her, but he was going to fucking accomplish that goal. His body reacted naturally as she wiggled herself over to the table but he waited quietly, smugly, as she opened her present.
Rodolphus liked to gamble from time to time but he had no intentions of ever playing wizard poker with Dorcas Meadowes. Her face remained almost completely emotionless as she lifted the lid of the box and saw not only tickets to her favorite band’s show, but backstage passes as well. Her stone features crumbled finally when she saw the coup de grâce and she called him twat for giving her a picture of his cock. She showed it to him and told him her plans to keep it next to her bed. “I expect a show,” he said, waggling his eyebrows at her. The idea of watching Dorcas pleasure herself to his cock was arousingly funny and he knew sooner or later he’d catch her playing with herself as she looked at the photo. That too would be worth looking around a bit when he came into her home unannounced.
He took another sip of his drink then stepped forward so that he was just on the other side of the table from her. Rodolphus set his glass down. “I didn’t peg you for the dress-up type. Who else had the pleasure of such a fantastic fucking sight?”
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Dec 19, 2017 8:29:35 GMT
Dorcas was more than willing to put on a show for Rodolphus. It was fun and hot as hell to watch him watching her enjoy her body so why the hell not but he wouldn't be getting a show tonight. Oh no. It was her birthday, not his. "Some day." She said, a smirk as she started to smile a little, "But it's my birthday and I want a show from you." She said, brow raised as she looked at him. They both knew would just end up with her mouth around him anyway and so much more but she had no idea how long she had to get ready for their night out. The time on the ticket had said 8pm but she had no idea when that was in New Orleans. Holy crap she was going to New Orleans as a birthday present from Rodolphus. That was insane! He was bloody mental and she was even more mental for accepting something that bloody stupid! It didn't matter how amazing it would be this just seemed so insane to the current blonde.
Making her way away from the kitchen and towards the stairs Dorcas looked over her shoulder and shrugged at Rodolphus. Why did he care who got to see her all dressed up? Was he wondering why he wasn't invited along for a night out? Probably not. Emily had probably already invited him and h probably refused in the politest manor, giving absolutely no indication as to what an absolute bastard he could be. Dorcas hadn't enjoyed fielding questions from her mother at her place before they'd gone out, asking if Rodolphus would be coming. As if she hadn't already asked him to come. It was hard to explain to Emily Meadowes that she was not dating Rodolphus, that they weren't even friends because despite the words coming out of Dorcas' mouth repeatedly, her mother clearly did not take a single thing on board and instead smiled in what Dorcas took to be a rather smug manner. At least she managed to get her mother to agree not to mention anything of Rodolphus of the night and she bloody well hoped that her mother hadn't mentioned anything of Rodolphus to Dorian at any stage. She did not need Dorian needing to know more of Rodolphus than he already did. Dorian, Rodolphus, crude mentions of a bottle. No doubt the prim and proper auror was mentally scared for life.
"Mum, dad, few friends, a lot of extremely lucky passers by." She smirked, turning back around a walking awkwardly out of the kitchen and turning about to the stairs, pulling her fish tail up as much as she could and making her way up the stairs and to her room, giving the door a push to open it. "Do you want to find out what a mermaid keeps beneath her fins or are you going to stay in the kitchen drinking?" Dorcas called down. She didn't expect Rodolphus to stay in the kitchen but she didn't expect him to enter her bedroom empty handed either. She had her suspicions that he was a highly functioning alcoholic but so long as it didn't impact her she didn't really care. Rodolphus being drunk every now and then was fun. She wasn't a big drinker but she didn't mind him drinking if he wanted. It wasn't as if he was drunk every time she saw him but he always went for a drink first and he'd rarely leave a poured drink behind unless the distraction was good enough.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Dec 19, 2017 8:41:35 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
Dorcas began to waddle away, looking at him over her shoulder like some kind of siren beckoning him to his death upon the rocky cliffs near the sea. He’d certainly go willingly for another chance to make her scream. She teased him as she headed for the stairs and Roddy didn’t need to be summoned twice. He lifted his glass from the table and brought it with him as he followed the petite mermaid up to the bedroom. He took one more sip then Rodolphus set his drink on her dresser, planning to come back to it before they left for the evening.
The little mermaid hadn’t made it very far, her gait restricted by the tight shimmery fins that covered her legs. It was a good thing her cottage was so tiny or else it would have taken her ages to get from the doorway to the bed, not that Rodolphus would have waited. If she took too long Rodolphus would have picked her up and flung her over his shoulder caveman style, much like he had done that day in Hogsmeade when he’d screwed her so hard in the Hog’s Head toilets that she couldn’t walk properly. Rodolphus had just popped her on his shoulder as if she were a bag of toys and he was Father Christmas, and even though she kicked and fought against him it did little to deter Rodolphus. When he wanted something, he took it and at that moment he had wanted Dorcas safely up at the school and not spoiling his fun by letting on what sorts of naughty things he was into. After that day there really weren’t any boundaries between them, except the kissing, and that had long since dissolved. There wasn't any part of her his lips hadn't touched, and vice versa.
He came up behind her, his right hand sliding over her bum and his left moving up to her throat. He pressed his bulge against her arse, giving her a nice squeeze with each hand. The material of the fin was slicker than he had expected and when he moved his hand to the waistband to tug it down it didn’t budge. What the actual fuck?! Why on earth would she find the hottest costume possible and then ensure no one could get her out of it. Dorcas was many things but Rodolphus had never known her to be a tease. That tail had to come off somehow.
Shimmery scales and seashell covered tits were hot in theory, but Rodolphus was learning quickly that it wouldn’t be the easy conquest he was expecting it to be. He let go of her neck, pulling her luscious blonde locks to the side and revealing her shoulder as he began to nip at her skin, a bit rougher than he would with most witches. His hands were now both roaming around her backside, her front, and her hips looking for some clasp to release her from her confines and let Rodolphus have his fun. He found the zipper on her left hip and slid it down, pulling the band down just enough to rest under her plump rear. He smacked her arse hard as he bit into her neck then spun her around so that she was facing him. Rodolphus looked down at her, his eyes matching the darkness of the dimly lit room. Throwing her carefully backwards onto the bed, Rodolphus pulled off her fins and tossed them onto the floor to be forgotten for a while.
It was half past one when Rodolphus finally gave Dorcas a break. “We’ll go after I’ve showered,” he said as he stood from the floor where the two hand ended up and made his way to her en suite, not bothering to clothe himself. There were scratches on his back and a perfect indent of her teeth on his bicep. He stepped on the cool tile and turned on the water, letting it run for a moment before the temperature adjusted itself. He stepped into the shower, letting the water flow over his skin. He had worked up a bit of a sweat but really it was the scotch that had fallen from the dresser and landed on him as he hoisted Dorcas up with nothing to keep her aloft except the stiff pole she was wrapped around. Rodolphus didn’t mind spending the rest of the evening smelling like sex but the scotch was another matter.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Dec 19, 2017 8:56:16 GMT
Dorcas smirked a she felt Rodolphus' hands travelling over her body. One to her arse and one to her throat. She took in a breath of air while she could, never knowing just when or how long he would squeeze at her throat for or even how hard. The pressure of him against her was welcome after her night out. She enjoyed her family and friends but a good hard fuck was certainly a good way to end her birthday. Not that this was the end, they had a concert to get to. She did know him well enough to figure he was going to try and get her out of this fishtail as quickly a possible, the only problem was yanking the thing down wasn't going to do the trick, not even with all his strength behind his arms, tugging and pulling. Sure enough he tried a tug and she grinned leaning back against him, swaying her hips to tease him a little.
Her hair was moved to the side and she tilted her head to the side, following her hair, wincing as Rodolphus bit into the her shoulder, his teeth sinking in playfully hard. The pain was slight but it was thrilling. It built the anticipation of what was to come and with his frustrations over the fishtail she hoped it was going to be one hell of a time. This was pretty much all she'd require from him for her birthday. The idea of there being a gift too seemed like too much but Dorcas didn't think much of the gift, she found her thoughts completely entwined in the moment, feeling Rodolphus' hands over her body, exploring any way he could to be rid of the fin. Dorcas grinned amused by his efforts, her left hand reaching back to feel him through his jeans, rubbing her hand over him eagerly until he found the hidden little zip and pulled it down, his impatience showing. Once he'd pulled the fishtail down enough he slapped her arse and bit into her neck. She groaned, eyes closing until he spun her around to face him. He was tall and handsome. If the devil came to Earth he would look like Rodolphus Lestrange. Those eyes promised menace and he did not disappoint, pushing her on to her bed, yanking her fins from her and discarding them as if they were nothing.
Dorcas rolled over to lay on her back as Rodolphus stood. Dorcas brushed a few strands of loose hair from her face with the back of her forearm before letting it just fall behind her head. She listened as the shower started and realised that in this moment she was actually happy. She put it down to a good birthday, seeing everyone, even Dorian, embracing the costume side of the evening. She got a chance to catch up with and spending some quality time with her parents. She had plans to hang out with them for bonfire night too but tonight had been pretty much near perfect, even Rodolphus' company was appreciated and the fun they had together wasn't going to be fast forgotten. It never was.
Pushing herself up Dorcas walked naked through the house, grabbing a couple of towels from the laundry cupboard before returning to her bedroom. As she was stretching she was aching just the right amount. Her shoulder and neck were a little sore and her hip wasn't in great condition but it was working. After she'd sought him out after Paris' death it just wasn't the same. Well it had been fractured just an itty bit but she'd been able to pass it off as a tumble down some stairs and she was fairly certain the healer had bought it. She'd been fixed up in a little over an hour and it had been painful but it wasn't as if it was an every day occurrence. He didn't break her to pieces every time the screwed but it was kind of fun knowing that she could put up with literally shattered bones and still enjoy herself. Mostly. It hadn't been fun getting to the Hospital after that but he'd helped her out by getting her to lean on him so he could apparate her to the hospital. After getting dropped off she walked in alone and got help. Thank fuck it didn't take long to heal and the pain was a welcome distraction for a while but there was only so much she could take.
Dorcas pulled open her draws and threw some clothes on the bed, not looking where they'd landed, just knowing in they were in the right area and she'd be wearing them out tonight, her jacket was hung up in the entry so she didn't have to grab that until they were leaving, which would be soon, but she didn't much feel like being covered in sex-sweat for the concert. She grabbed a scrunchy from her bedside table and threw her hair up quickly, wrapping the long locks around and around into a bun, tying it in place and then moving to the lounge. She grabbed her wand and took the sea shell bra off with a little magic, there was no way those things had stayed in place without magic, and moved to her bathroom, pushing open the door and stepping in to the shower with Rodolphus.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Dec 20, 2017 4:35:28 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
The warm water streamed down from the shower head, hitting Rodolphus on the chin, forcing him to bend forward if he wanted to properly wash his face or hair. Even her shower was tiny but he’d dealt with it long enough that it was almost just second nature. It wasn’t a surprise that the petite witch had a petite shower in her petite cottage. He rinsed the alcohol from his back and where it had trailed down his bum and the back of his leg. He hadn’t thought to check to see if the glass itself had actually broken when he backed up hard into the dresser with Dorcas wrapped around him, but there hadn’t been a crash and if there had been, then it wasn’t loud enough to be heard over Dorcas’ cries or Rodolphus’ groans of pleasure.
He turned away from the shower’s stream, allowing the water to slid down his backside, and was pleasantly surprised to see Dorcas had decided to join him. “Freddie Mercury’s a poofter, love. He’s not going to care that you smell of sex or have cum in your hair. He’ll be chasing after this.” Rodolphus gestured to his wet, muscly body with a playful look on his face. Rodolphus was only ever interested in women but it didn’t mean that he wasn’t conceited enough to think there was a gay man out there who would pass up a chance to ride him to town like a brand new Bonneville if given the opportunity.
His large hands around her tiny waist, Rodolphus shuffled the both of them around in the shower so that Dorcas could get to the water while Roddy slapped her in the back with his dick and felt up her arse. “So the shells do come off,” he mused as his roaming hands found their way to her breasts and he ‘assisted’ her in cleaning herself which basically meant that he played with her soaping tits, still poking her in the back as he did so.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Dec 20, 2017 11:25:37 GMT
Dorcas was mildly amused as Rodolphus spoke of how Freddie Mercury would have no interest in her, she was even more amused when he gestured to himself. He was such a tit but after such a good evening and a great fuck she was smiling like she was not only amused but happy. "That Queen can get in line if he wants a pieces of that fine arse." If they didn't have a concert to get to Dorcas would definitely have crouched down right here in the shower and given Rodolphus a little more fun. But they had a concert to get ready for, she had to clean herself up, even if Rodolphus preferred the smell of himself all over her skin. True she'd been filthier in public thanks to him but that didn't mean she was going to leave her home like that just to please him. She only pleased him when it was mutually beneficial. After all he was a giant twit.
Rodolphus moved them about and Dorcas ducked her head in under the spray, not able to move too far as Rodolphus held onto her. She grinned, thinking what a bloody idiot he was but tonight she didn’t care, tonight was all about having a fantastic fucking time because it was her twenty-seventh birthday and she was going to get absolutely crazy with him. He’d even got her tickets to see one of her favourite bands. Way too extravagant a gift for two people that were just screwing around but he had money and she presumed no concept of how much things cost. She imagined he just threw money at people and they gave him whatever the heck he wanted. He was completely spoilt but damn it would be fun to do that, even if only for a day. Not that she'd ever tell him that, he'd only be an obtuse arse about such thoughts. "They do if you know how to work your fingers." She smirked, referring to the shells she'd worn as part of her costume that evening, her head tilted forward so the water ran over her hair and down her back but not her face, removing the scrunchy and pulling it around her wrist.
Dorcas reached out and grabbed the shampoo from the space in the wall next to them. A little shelf with a couple of hair products, some body soap, and a loofa. She poured some of the coconut smelling goop into the palm of her hand and put the bottle back. She began sudsing up her hair, standing upright more and pressing up against Rodolphus so she could get a decent enough chance to wash her hair before the water sprayed it out. Merlin she wanted him to do so many naughty things to her in the shower even though she figured they might be pressed for time so maybe he'd keep it in his metaphorical pants but as she turned around she couldn't be sure, he was always a little unpredictable and she liked it. She tilted her head back to rinse the shampoo, running her hands through the long blonde hair, a little frustrated she hadn't shortened it before the shower. Merlin long hair was a pain in the arse, thank Morgana there were spells for shortening as well as growing hair.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Dec 20, 2017 22:09:45 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
Her slick, firm body pressed against his and Rodolphus growled with delight and simultaneous frustration. They didn’t have time for another round. Maybe if they fucked like normal people they could have a go in the shower but something about Dorcas had always forced Rodolphus to take his time, not in a gentle way but simply more thorough than he was with most any other woman. He never left a woman unsatisfied but he always tried to break Dorcas just a little bit more with each encounter and it was always mutually blissful.
His hands slipped between her legs, teasing her for just a brief moment. He smiled wickedly and kissed her neck, then pulled back the shower curtain and stepped out, leaving her alone to finish cleaning herself and perhaps finishing the job he started if she felt so inclined. “Don’t take too long, love. You’ve still got to pack a bag.” He pulled the curtain shut so the shower wouldn’t spray water onto the tile floor, then snatched a towel off the wall as he headed out of the bathroom, wrapping it around himself as he left a light trail of wet footprints behind him.
Searching the bedroom floor for his clothes, Rodolphus found his shirt had been kicked under the bed and his jeans were resting on the foot of the still mostly made up bed. He pulled his jeans on and fastened the button and pulled up the zipper. He then pulled his shirt on and rolled the sleeves up to rest just under his elbows. He scanned for his socks and found one sitting in a puddle of spilled scotch. “Bollocks.” Without hesitation, Rodolphus pulled open the top drawer of Dorcas’ dresser and dug around a bit until he found a pair of socks he’d left behind on a previous visit. There were little bits of Rodolphus' life all over the cottage, but it was only out of convenience that his things were left there. After so many years of screwing around, Dorcas no longer protested when he left something behind. If she still disliked it, she didn't let on. He unrolled them and then picked up his shoes as he moved to the bed where he proceeded to put them on.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Dec 20, 2017 23:34:12 GMT
With her eyes closed and water and shampoo pouring over her head, face and body, Dorcas was a little surprised to feel Rodolphus' hand slip between her legs but really she'd expected it, she moaned a little and sighed disappointedly as he moved his hand away and she heard him get out of the shower, telling her she still had a bag to pack. A bag? She thought he knew her better than that by now. The first handful of times he'd stolen her away for a sordid weekend she'd been ill-prepared, now she kept a spare change of clothes in a shrunk down bag inside of her hand bag. It was useful for when she stayed anywhere really, apart from any time she may have crashed, drunkenly, at Dorian's place before he'd become some kind of father. Then she'd just slept naked on his couch for fun. She had everything she needed in her handbag but just having him know she was completely nude on his sofa was amusing. He never joined her though. Spoil sport. What she had would be fine enough. She had money and that was pretty much all she needed along with her wand which she preferred to keep on her person when going out but she was prepared with a change of clothes. It was probably an idea to keep her wand on herself around Rodolphus as well considering the tit thought it was perfectly acceptable to kidnap her, but then again she didn't really reinforce that it was a bad action, instead she spent weekends on private islands or in some secluded resort fucking him and actually getting to know him, though how much more could she get to know him now?
Dorcas stepped out of the spray of the shower and conditioned her hair, adding more conditioner when she remembered she had way more hair than she was used to. She soaped up her body once more and then rinsed everything off, making sure she didn't miss a spot. She heard a draw shut in her bedroom as she shut off the shower. She stepped out and grabbed a couple of towels, wrapping her hair with one and drying her body with the other. She was done pretty quick and made her way to her bedroom, all wrapped up in a towel as if Rodolphus hadn't just seen her completely naked moments go or as if he hadn't seen her stark naked countless times before. Rodolphus was sat on the end of her bed, shoes on and Dorcas felt the urge to just drop the towels and throw herself at him. That was a little unusual but after the shower he just made her want to sink her teeth into the curve of his neck but then it wasn't every day she got to see Queen live in concert so she couldn't pass that up just for sex with Rodolphus, she could have that pretty much any time she wanted it seemed.
Grabbing her knickers Dorcas dropped the towel just letting it fall to the ground. She put her knickers on followed by her bra and her top. She reached and pulled her jeans closer then stepped into them, pulling them up and doing the button. She made her way over to her window and the set of draws she had there. Sat on top was her little jewellery box which she opened up and grabbed out a bracelet and watch, putting them on opposite wrists. Her hair was next and Dorcas took the towel off her head and rubbed the towel against her hair one handedly as she walked down to the lounge and got her wand, making her way back up to the bathroom to shorten and dry her hair but she kept it blonde because she kind of liked it blonde. If Rodolphus didn't like the blonde so much she'd have considered making it a permanent change but she didn't want to seem to make him happy.
After ten minutes her hair and a bit of make up was done and she left the bathroom and made her way downstairs to the coat closet in the entrance. She grabbed out her leather jacket and slipped it over her shoulders then pulled out the draws at the bottom, looking over her various pairs of shoes, picking out a black studded pair. She slipped her feet into the shoes and shut the draw and then the doors, the heels giving her over an extra four inches in height so she looked like a regular sized human being. Next she was back in the lounge again for her bag which she'd left on the sofa with her bags of presents from her birthday and the tickets on the kitchen counter. She set the little box in her bag, easy to reach and wondered what the hell Rodolphus was up to. Probably jacking off or drinking. They seemed to be the two things he did when she wasn't paying him immediate attention. "You coming?" She called, closing up her bag and adjusting it on her shoulder as she walked to the entrance. She slipped her wand away in her jeans and was fairly certain she was ready to go.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Dec 21, 2017 0:09:42 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
Rodolphus watched as Dorcas moved about the room in nothing but a towel. Her legs were short, but attractive and Roddy could see the outline of her shapely arse despite it being covered. She had a magnificent backside, and from what Rodolphus could tell she was quite aware of that fact, as she should be. He didn’t understand women who didn’t recognize their assets and put them on display. If you had a fantastic ass, be proud of it. If your tits looked amazing, show them off. Fuck, a woman could have had lovely wrists or some other non-traditionally attractive body part and she ought to know it. Dorcas knew all her assets and she presented one of them to him as she bent over and slipped on a pair of knickers. He whistled at her, pausing in getting his shoes on to admire the view and feign disappointment that the mermaid would not be accompanying him to the show.
He watched her dress for a bit but at a certain point it simply wasn’t as exciting as watching her undress and Roddy headed from the bedroom down to the kitchen to retrieve his jacket he’d left on the counter. He pulled on the leather jacket and reach into his inside pocket, pulling out a gold bottle. He pulled the stopper. The elixir within smelled of sugar cookies, not an overpowering odor but a faint reminder of a bakery. He took a small swig as Dorcas’ voice carried from the entrance. Dorcas had wandered in and out of the rooms so often he couldn’t be sure whether she was actually getting ready or if she was doing some strange sort of exercise but her question seemed to imply that she was finally ready to be off.
"You coming?" Roddy chuckled to himself at her phrasing. “Already did, love. Remember? You swallowed it like a naughty little witch.” Taking the elixir and stopper with him, Rodolphus walked through the lounge and into the entry way where Dorcas stood waiting. Rodolphus pushed the elixir towards her. “Here, it’ll hit you just about the time we arrive.” Rodolphus’ free hand snaked around her waist as he offered her the euphoria elixir to add to the enjoyment of the evening. Roddy pulled open the front door and guided her out into the cool night air.
Like Dorcas, Roddy also had a small duffle with him, shrunken down to fit in the palm of his hand. It was stuffed into the interior pocket of his jacket but that was only because they were weekending in America and unlike the tropical island in the South Pacific, the mountain lodge in Switzerland, or any of the several other places he had taken her to over the years, the Lestranges didn’t have a holiday home in New Orleans. Adolph Lestrange found the entire city to be vulgar, a blasphemous merger of French sophistication and American gluttony. Rodolphus had only been a few times before but the city seemed to speak to him and he was pleased to be returning. “Have you got everything you’ll need? I don't want this to end up being some clever ploy to get me to buy you a new wardrobe or some shit like that. I reserve that sort of money for the women I actually like,” he said tauntingly, though he grabbed her arse as he said it and gave a firm squeeze as they walked down the garden path.
As they stepped out of the little cottage and into the midnight air, they were greeted with an inky black sky and Rodolphus’ motorcycle which had been parked on the street and was bathed in moonlight. Rodolphus drew his wand and tapped the ignition as he swung his leg over and straddled the bike which roared to life and vibrated underneath him. He didn’t bother to look to Dorcas or tell her to climb on, she knew the drill. He simply returned his wand to his pocket and waited for her to get on behind him.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Dec 21, 2017 1:17:24 GMT
Of course there was something vulgar from his mouth and for once Dorcas hadn't anticipated it which left her rolling her eyes but smirking just a little. She wondered how many people knew of his crude nature. Surely his friends did, boys talking boy talk this sort of thing was bound to come up, but at school Rodolphus always had a way of charming the teachers whereas Dorcas had a way of gobbing off and landing herself detention. She thought herself as a much better person than Rodolphus and it wasn't just that she thought it, she knew it and she knew that the sod was good at acting so how many others knew what a vulgar little shit he was? His friends and brother, they were bound to know. No doubt his wife knew too but what about his parents? Did they have any idea that he spoke the way he did? Dorcas was about 85% sure they would not give a shit if they did know because he was always smart enough to behave in front of those he needed to behave around. She took the elixir from him ad drank a decent amount, leaving a little in the bottom before handing the remainder back To Rodolphus.
Most girls probably would have a decent amount more on them than most guys but Dorcas wasn't really most girls, she had her essentials and never found a need for much more than that. She had the tickets, money, wand. What else did a girl need? A night out didn't require a whole lot and the following day would only require a spare change of clothes. She'd be back home after a fantastic night out, a sleep in, some wake up sex and maybe a bit of an afternoon around New Orleans or wherever they were going to be staying. The concert that was bound to impress but Dorcas was looking forward to seeing a bit of New Orleans having never been before. At least Rodolphus was a good gift giver, even if it was what she considered over the top, even after eleven years. He knew the music she liked and even knew at least some of the songs, he was even an alright singer too, better than her she figured but she wasn't one to usually go around singing unless she was drunk and she'd probably sing along at the concert a fair bit. Rodolphus was probably going to be used at some point in the evening as a seat, she was only short and she wanted to see every single thing possible. She was definitely going to be sitting on his shoulders tonight and with him being so tall it was going to be one heck of a view for her, wherever they were going to be standing.
Dorcas smirked as he teased that she'd try and con him out of his money somehow buy getting him to take her shopping. That was hardly the case as they both knew and why would he think she'd want him to go shopping with her anyway? They were going to a concert, not vacationing for a week in America, she had too much crap to do through the rest of the week, mostly all work related. Tonight was going to be fun and tomorrow she was going to need to recover for at least half the day and then she'd see where they ended up, but just so long as she was home again for work on Thursday. She had some of his mates pinned up on her board at work a suspected Death Eaters and they weren't just going to hand themselves in. Could she class time with Rodolphus as work? That'd probably make her seem like too much of a whore.
By now Dorcas was used to Rodolphus grabbing her arse and she didn't mind it, she actually rather enjoyed it as it reminded her of times that were more fun, about forty five minutes ago in her apartment for example. "Oh Merlin's balls. I bet you'd love it if I wanted you to buy me things." She was certain he'd get a hard on giving her things, acting like she was the poorest person in the world and he was some kind of knight in shinning armour by giving her all the things she could ever possibly desire. "Oh please, Roddy," She said in a voice attempting to sound more feminine and helpless, "Buy me knew clothes and jewellery and a pretty apartment in the city." She smirked, knowing that if he felt so inclined he could probably get all that in a flash if he wanted to, just pull out his wallet and he'd buy all that and more, not because he was generous but because he was an arse. He knew she didn't want anything from him but he still got her house warming gifts, birthday and christmas presents. Well a birthday present had been on her list of times he could buy her something with a promise that she wouldn't bitch about it. Christmas was the only other time but she was accepting of things like new bedroom furniture after her last lot got utterly destroyed and a few other things here and there. Just another way he was being a complete twat. She would have been happy with just the picture of his cock, not that she wasn't excited about seeing Queen but they'd tour the UK at some point, she wasn't going to miss out but it was nice to be going for her birthday.
They walked out of the cottage, the door closing and locking itself behind them. The night was cool and with the country lights being so few the stars really seemed to shine. The moon was their light and Dorcas followed the path in front of them, more than comfortable with Rodolphus' hand on her arse. She saw his bike, moonlight bouncing off the slick black coat of paint and she climbed on the back once it was started, sliding her hands into the waistband of his jeans, running the tips of her fingers over the top of his underpants, ready to feel the wind whipping through her hair as the bike roared beneath them.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Dec 21, 2017 20:46:23 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
A sense of humor and an ass that didn’t quit, Dorcas certainly checked a number of boxes on Rodolphus’ list of reasons to keep the mouthy brunette – well, blonde for this evening – around despite her atrocious world views. The helpless tone she used to mock his statement about buying her things was one he’d heard in sincerity from women before her. Apparently it was common believe among witches that men liked their women weak and pathetic, they didn’t seem to understand the fine line that divided feeble and submissive. Rodolphus liked a woman who could stand on her own, as his wife Bellatrix was more than capable of doing, but knew her place and acted dutifully as a woman should. Dorcas struggled with the subservient aspect that her gender demanded, except in the theoretical bedroom, but that was why she was single and not likely to take a husband anytime soon. Still, there was something about the sexy little voice that made Roddy smirk.
As Dorcas straddled the motorbike she would feel a sort of security surrounding her, as if the back of the bike was actually holding her in place. She would still need to do her part to stay atop the motorcycle by holding on, and of course it would still be a thrilling ride despite the magic imbued in the bike, but there really was very little worry that Dorcas would go flying off the motorbike as they traveled the supposedly long distance between England and America. No longer needing the warning to hold on as he pulled the bike forward, Roddy grinned as her hands found their way into his trousers and she held on in a different fashion.
With a loud rumble, the bike pulled forward and into the street, quickly leaving Dorcas’ cottage behind them in the dark. Rodolphus zipped down the country road, taking turns at blazing speeds and seeming to have no worry about any other vehicles on the road as the were completely alone. It was only a matter of minutes before the open road had dissipated and the darkened night became a crowded maze of city blocks. The stars overhead were no longer easily seen, instead they were shrouded in an unfamiliar metropolitan haze. The bike pulled as Rodolphus turned the throttle, urging it to go even faster as they slipped into the strange city. The road had changed, the street signs were rather queer, and the surrounding area was wholly different. They were no longer in the farmlands of Wales. There were now in a city unlike anything in England; New Orleans. They had slipped through a magical tunnel, something akin to what the muggles called a wormhole, and completed their cross-Atlantic journey in under 20 minutes.
The streets here were crowded, with hordes of costumed drunks roaming about in large groups. Music could be heard seeping out of every bar and club they passed. Rodolphus slowed the bike to take in the sights a bit as he made his way to the Fairmont Hotel where they would be staying after the concert. It would be a short walk from here to the auditorium and back, in case apparition become troublesome. They were in The Big Easy after all, and Rodolphus planned to take advantage of the city’s loose morals.
The motorcycle purred to a stop outside of the posh hotel and Roddy patted Dorcas’ thigh as a signal she could get off. An attendant approached them and as Rodolphus switched off the engine with a manual key, the feeling of an invisible security net also seemed to vanish. Handing the key to the valet, Rodolphus leaned closer to the man. “Scratch it and I’ll have your head.” He then patted the man on the shoulder roughly and shoved a handful of gold in the man’s hand as he climbed off the bike.
“How are you feeling?” he asked the tiny blonde as his slipped his hand against the small of her back and began to lead her away from the hotel into the throngs of people celebrating Halloween in a completely over the top fashion that Rodolphus instantly fell in love with. Everyone was drunk, stoned, or a combination of the two. The entire city seemed to be in the midst of a huge fucking party and it welcomed them with ease as they headed towards the concert.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Dec 21, 2017 22:47:08 GMT
The ride was exhilarating. Dorcas loved riding pretty much anywhere with Rodolphus on the back of his bike. She knew it never took too long to get anywhere on that thing but there were nights where he'd just take her around for ages before they'd stop somewhere random and just fool around in some random field. Sure Dorcas may h ave been in Law Enforcement, but she didn't mind breaking a few little laws here and there when it was doing no harm. They were never caught, they were always aware of who was around because she didn't want to be seen with him and he couldn't risk his reputation being ruined.
Dorcas listened as Rodolphus threatened some poor bloke and she rolled her eyes at the drama queen, not having noticed the elixir having already taken affect. She felt a little more cheery, everything seemed brighter somehow and she was more excited about the night than she had been all evening. She put it down to getting ready to attend a Queen concert in New Orleans of all places! She'd never expected this. Not from anyone let alone Rodolphus. She was going to have to get him something pretty good for Christmas but she sucked at coming up with gift ideas. She was now twenty-seven and had no clue what to buy anyone ever. She was going to have get Tersha to help think of something for Dolphus. Her mother was always coming up with suggestions but she came up with suggestions that would make them seem like they were dating, like couples whatevers and there was no sodding way she was taking this, whatever this was, that far.
Rodolphus hand along her back was kind of strange. She wasn't use to the placement. Usually his hands were grabbing something or gently resting on her arse. The placement on her back and the words he spoke gave the impression that he actually gave some kind of crap about her well being. Well that was just crap! Dorcas shrugged her shoulders and carried on walking. "Shut up." She smiled, happy but unable to hide it and she wasn't even bothered by it. The present, while extravagant, was damn near perfect. The city they stepped out in to was incredible and the people passing by were cheerful and enthusiastic about the night. So many costumes and a general vibe of nobody giving a shit about anything other than fun was consuming the night. Music played from somewhere and Dorcas happily danced along as she walked, spinning and enjoying the festivities along with the crowd.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Dec 22, 2017 18:29:32 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
Music filled the air, as did the strong scent of unidentifiable alcohol – some plentiful mixture of everything. The city’s streets were overrun by drunken party-goers in costumes, some laughing, others singing, most of them leaning this way and that as they walked. A young woman dressed as a pirate stumbled away from her friends and immediately doubled over and vomited onto the sidewalk. There was a round of laughter from the men in the group and one of the other women hurried over to hold her hair and rub her back. Roddy steered Dorcas away from the pile of sick and continued on towards their destination.
"Shut up." Dorcas smiled as she scolded him for asking how she was feeling and the action alone was enough to answer Rodolphus’ question. The effects of the elixir had apparently kicked in, and just in time for the fun. He was feeling it as well, and judging by the looks of the party-goers around them, everyone was feeling a little bit of something. There was electricity in the air. Fuck, he loved this city.
A wide set of steps led up to a tall building of which the doors were all propped open, ticket takers standing at each door where the queues of people all filtered slowly into the auditorium. Covering the walls were giant banners, each with the Queen logo upon a Union Jack hanging just out of reach of even the tallest concert goer. Rodolphus and Dorcas headed up the steps and towards the only door without a row of people queued up in front of it, because it was shut. A burley man in black stood with his with arms crossed over his chest, a tiny clipboard in one hand. "Tickets?" The man’s voice was gruff and disinterested, as if he couldn’t care less about his job or the band that was playing here tonight. Rodolphus looked to Dorcas, who had the tickets in her handbag.
Inside there seemed to be even more people, mostly crowded around the merchandise tables selling shirts, posters, and records. Rodolphus already owned all their records and he knew Dorcas had most of them as well, having played them a time or two when he was wasting time at her flat in the morning before either of them left to start their day. Passing by the crowds of people, the pair slipped through the black curtained that led into the actual arena and down a series of steps to the floor where a mass of people were all gathered, standing, waiting for the show to begin. Rodolphus used his height to push through to the front, literally at times, just as the lights dimmed. The crowd roared as darkened figures stepped out onto the stage. A guitar started, then drums, and the spotlights came on over Freddy Mercury as the band began to play We Will Rock You.
Sometime during the show Rodolphus disappeared and reappeared suspiciously quickly considering the length of the concession queue, with two large plastic cups, one of which he passed to Dorcas and then pulled his cigarette from his lips once his hand was freed up. Killer Queen started up and the crowd sang along, Rodolphus included as he took blew a ring of smoke into the air and then took a healthy swallow of cheap beer. During Bicycle Race the crowd around them pushed in and Rodolphus hoisted Dorcas onto his shoulders so the tiny spitfire could see the stage properly. Another disappearing act a few songs later resulted in Rodolphus’ return with more liquor and another elixir he’d already drunken half of. In the middle of Fat Bottom Girls a man even more drunk than Rod decided to grab Dorcas’ arse, to which Rodolphus pulled the man away and slammed his fist into his face several times before shoving him towards the back of the crowd. He wiped the little bit of blood off his fist onto his jeans and then pulled Dorcas against him, her back to his front, as his attention turned back to the band. His hand found its way to her breasts as she began loudly singing both parts of Bohemian Rhapsody and by the time Tie Your Mother Down was finishing up he had his hand down the front of her trousers.
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