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The encore ended and amid the chanting for a second coming, the lights around the auditorium slowly brightened. Dorcas was nestled against Rodolphus’ chest as the people around them began to thin. The floor was strewn with plastic cups, spilled liquids, and other assorted bits of rubbish. Rodolphus finished the last swallow of his now room temperature beer and tossed the empty cup onto the ground carelessly as Dorcas turned her green eyes up at him. Her question spurred a smirk to run across Rodolphus’ face as he grabbed the waistband of her pants and pulled her through the crowd towards the nearest toilets.

It was the men’s toilets he found first. Pushing open the door and brushing past the blokes all trying to make their way to and from the urinals, Roddy pulled Dorcas into a stall and pressed the door shut as he began to undo her trousers with his free hand. When the stall door was latched, he quickly yanked Dorcas’ jeans and knickers down far enough to give him access as he allowed her to unfasten his own trousers, then he turned her around and pressed her face up against the graffitied wall of the stall as he took her from behind.

There was riotous laughter and hollering from the other side of the stall door. A hand reached below the stall door with a camera pointed in their direction, whose flash reflected against the dingy tile on the back wall. If the poorly angled camera caught anything, it was surely a blur as the owner of the camera appeared to be rather high and not all that sturdy on his feet. Floppy hair and peeping eyes peered over the top of the metal divider from the neighboring stalls but when Roddy, still pounding fiercely into his date for the evening, reached up and pushed one of them away, causing the peeping Tom to fall off the toilet seat he'd been standing on and ,from the sounds of it, slipped into the toilet bowl itself, the other looky-loos seemed to disappear as well.

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.

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.

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.

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?”

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.”