Lily Evans at Hogwarts' Lake with a Magical Boat Title: Lily of the Lake Artist:venturous Character: Lily Evans Location: the Lake Object: Magickal boat Other Characters: James Potter and Severus, hiding Rating: R Warnings: Nipples, ecstatic, aroused naked woman Art Details: oil on canvas Artist's Notes: I thoroughly enjoyed making this picture, and I am delighted that Flic wanted to write a ficlet to go with it.
Title: Lily of the Lake Author:fbowden (FelicityBowden) Character: Lily Evans Location: the Lake Object: Magical boat Other Characters: James Potter and Severus, hiding Rating: NC-17 Warnings: wanking! Word Count: 1500 Author's Notes: believe me, Ven the pleasure is all mine!
It’s so peaceful here, out on the lake. The breeze is stiff but not cold, and it gently pushes the boat along, only for the ripple of the tide to pull it back again, so that it stays almost in one place. There is simply the sound of leaves rustling, and the water lapping at the wood.
It’s so relaxing to be away from all those hormonal teenage boys, or at least be able to pretend that I am. James makes my blood boil and Severus...well, Severus likes to cut off his nose to spite his face. Stupid nose. Stupid hair. Stupid James. They’re maddening. Both of them. All of them.
Oh...my hand has slipped across my breast and I’m idly rubbing a fingertip over my nipple. That’s their fault. I was thinking about them and now I’m touching myself. It feels good though. I lick my finger and wiggle it inside the gap between my blouse buttons, but my bra is tight and I can’t quite reach it comfortably. Hang on, if I..ah, better.
The bra lays at the other end of the boat now. I’m so glad I can do Wandless magic. It looks erotic, lying there as though someone has slipped it off my shoulders amongst light kisses, unclasped it and dropped it on the floor. Or perhaps ripped it off with teeth in a moment of lust. The wind keeps blowing sideways across the boat, sending little puffs of air to dance across my wet nipple. Its hard now, peaked with tiny darkened valleys of flesh puckered up around it. Pink. I wonder what James would do to my stiff, pink nipples. Would he lick, suck, bite them? Would Severus? I shouldn’t be thinking about either of them.
Oh, but I can’t help it. They flit in and out of my mind, their pupils dilated with longing, their mouths slackened with lust. I know they both want me. I can never decide which one I want. Neither. Both. Severus’ eyes are so dark, infinite. They only ever change when he sees me. Then they glitter, tiny reflective catches of light, and oh, how it thrills me. Diamonds in his eyes. He’s so quiet. He broods and sulks and I'm not sure anyone else sees it, but he’s sexual. So sexual. Sometimes my breath catches in my throat when he stares at me. Stares after me. I used to wonder what he looked like under his robes. I don’t have to now, thanks to stupid James. Stupid James Potter. He’s so arrogant and sure of himself. I should hate him, but I don’t. Can’t. His vocal appreciation of me is so bloody flattering. Severus would never tell a packed Transfiguration class I’ve got a sexy arse. He did. And then he winked at me. I couldn’t help blushing, but I pretended to be disgusted.
I throw my leg over the side of the boat and let my other hand wander down between my legs. It feels really naughty to just slip a finger inside the elastic of my knickers and stroke, feather light, over the hood of my clitoris. Would James even know what one was? I bet Severus does. He spends so much time in the library he must know everything. I let my head fall back against the wood, expecting it to be uncomfortable, but it isn’t. The rocking of the boat is soothing and my eyes fall closed as I continue to rub synchronised circles over my nipple and clit.
I wonder what sex feels like. I think James would be rough and fuck me hard. He’d sweat and grunt and slam it in and oh, Merlin, how good would that feel? Sometimes I do that to myself. I can transfigure anything, and carrots or cukes are okay. but what would a warm, living, fleshy cock feel like? If only I could choose between James or Severus, I might find out. I’m panting now, each harsh little breath carried away on the breeze. I have to stop caressing myself or I’m going to come, and I want to wait until they arrive.
Oh I know they’ll follow me, they always do. They don’t know I know, nor do they ever see each other, but they’re there. Watching, from opposite sides of the lake. If I wandlessly cast Amplify, I can hear them, quiet grunts and stifled groans as they wank off, watching me finger myself. I don’t know if I can wait though; my body is thrumming with need, the pressure is acute, I need to come, now. I distract myself by pinching my nipples hard, first one and then the other, then at the same time. I push my breasts together obscenely hard until I leave red marks welted on the soft tissue. I don’t think Severus would do that. He’d be gentle, loving, he’d be too afraid to hurt me. He’d want to make love to me. James would want to fuck.
I think they’re here. The dense hedge on the far side rustles more than the wind would cause it to. It’s where Severus hides. I quietly cast Amplify just in time to hear the drag of his zip. Thrills course down my spine at the sound of it. James is here too, only he doesn’t hide like Severus does, not behind a bush anyway. He normally wears his Invisibility Cloak and I think he perches on top of some rocks, but since I can’t see him, I can’t be sure. If he is standing on top of the rocks, he’s got a better view of me from that angle. Severus’ line of sight can only see my hand rolling the flesh of my breast but it’s obviously enough, because his breathing becomes raspier and I can hear the gentle slap-slap-slap of his cock in his palm.
I want to know what it looks like. Is he big? Is James? Would they both fit inside me at once? I can’t help it, but a gasp escapes my lips at the thought, and I wrench my knickers aside and press a finger to my wet hole. Merlin, my underwear is drenched. I could spell the boat to take me to the shore. I could call out to them, tell them I know they’re there and that I want them, both of them, right now. Fuck me, I’d say. Would they?
I have to bite back my cries as I slip a finger into the slickness, pressing against the soft walls. My thumb slips over my clit again, and it’s all slippery now. God, it feels brilliant! The wind keeps catching my nipples, and I arch up to it, the boat keeps up its rocking motion and I finger myself in time. Another finger, another gasp. James has pulled out his cock too. One in each ear, I hear their crazed fists making wet slapping sounds. They’re certainly enjoying the show. I wonder if they ever feel guilty for watching me. I don’t really care. It’s flattering to know they both want me. To know they would both happily fill me up and thrust into my tight channel, pushing harder and coming harder still.
I’m making too much noise; its unavoidable considering how turned on I am, considering I have three fingers fucking me. I attempt to catch the underside of my clit each time I slam in and oh God, this won’t take long at all. I can hear their whispers, "Lily, Lily, want you Lily," and I want them too. Both. Neither. Fuck, it feels like the nerves in my clit are on fire. It’s building, quickly now, my orgasm is so close and the rock-rock-rock of the boat and the slap-slap-slap of their cocks, and the thrust-thrust-thrust of my own fingers buried deep inside my cunt – OH GOD!!
I lose my rhythm, falter, hear someone crying out and I think it’s me but it could be them. I ride out this incredible climax as best I can, snapping my hips into the air and letting go of my breast to grab the edge of the boat. My fingers suddenly feel really warm and there’s a flooding sensation that can only be ejaculate, and the knowledge sets me off again as another orgasm crashes through me, pushing me to the brink of overstimulation. Panting through the delerious moments afterwards, finaly clarity returns. I realise they must have come too, because they are both breathing too fast, but I can no longer hear the smacking sound of hand wanking cock. Smiling lazily to myself, I straighten my skirt and button my blouse.