|Blue Siofra (blue_siofra) wrote in butterfly_fics,|
@ 2009-01-14 14:22:00
|Entry tags:||!-all fics, *rating: nc-17, +length: fic, -fandom: harry potter, ^broomstick/hooch, broomsticks, madame hooch|
Title: Old Friends (1/1)
Characters: Madame Hooch/Broomsticks
Summary: Madame Hooch has some old friends.
Light slowly spread across the floor, and slowly worked it’s way up the wall, exposing a rack of broomsticks in the light. A shadow of a person slipped inside, and with a soft spell, a wand illuminated the area as the door was slowly shut, closing out all the sunlight. Wandlight glistened off the polished handles of the brooms, and cast shadows of beater’s bats on the shelves. Xiomara placed her wand on a shelf, selecting a Silver Arrow and a Shooting Star broom from the rack. She rested the Shooting Star against the wall as she stroked the Silver Arrow.
“My old friend, it’s been too long.” she murmured before placing it next to the Shooting Star and taking her robes off, until she was clad in only her bra and panties.
She placed the Shooting Star on the ground and levitated it with a quiet command of ‘up.’ She mounted the broom, picking up the Silver Arrow and running her hands over the highly polished handle, feeling her core heat up. She wiggled a bit on the Shooting Star, moaning softly at the sensation before gently kicking off the ground to fly up a few feet. She picked up her wand and removed her panties before placing the wand back down on the shelf, propped up on a bat for better light in the enclosed space. She wiggled a bit more, enjoying the sensation of polished ash rubbing its way into her feminine lips. She moaned again, pulling the Silver Arrow to her bosom as her rocking and breathing increased. Reaching her climax, she let out a loud moan as the waves of pleasure ran through her core. Still breathing hard, she slowly descended and dismounted the Shooting Star.
She put her robes back on and performed a cleaning spell on the Shooting Star before placing it back on the rack. She stroked the Silver Arrow before putting it back on the rack before turning to the door and opening it, washing the brooms in sunlight once more before slipping out and closing them into darkness again.