tattooedsappho (tattooedsappho) wrote in imp_inkstains, @ 2008-07-29 21:09:00 |
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Current mood: | naughty |
Current music: | Snow Patrol - Run |
Entry tags: | bellatrix, femslash, hp, other hp characters |
2 girls + 1 bath = NUMMY
Title: Memories of a Bath
Author: tattooedsappho
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1913
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Narcissa Black / Molly Prewett (both are 18 year old 7th years)
Warnings: Minor bondage, slight AU
Author's Note: AU for age manipulation & uncertainity of House Positions held (if any). Written for celestineangel as part of HP_Crackship.
Narcissa watched the Gryffindor enter the Prefects' Bath from the shadows and conjured a small block of wood into the door frame before the portrait could completely close. As Head Girl she had the password but previous experience taught her that even the proper password would not open the portal if the Bath was already occupied. She moved toward the entrance silently, blood thick with anticipation as she waited, listening for the tell tale sigh she had long ago come to recognize as the signal that Molly Prewett was sliding her naked body into the warm soapy water.
Opening the door slowly, she stepped softly on the stone floor, not wanting to betray her presence to the fiery seventh year. The mermaid caught her eye, winked, blushed and adjusted her hair as she settled on her perch to watch what had become an almost nightly event. Narcissa knew her secret was safe – her voyeurism was the price of her silence, Merlin knew how many secret rendezvous she had witnessed during her time in the Prefects' Bath. Having traversed the expanse between the entrance and the bath without giving herself away Narcissa silently removed her robes, alert for any sudden movement that Molly might make but trusting experience, the fact that she could bringing a smirk to her lips as her pulse quickened, that Molly would simply lie back and shut her eyes as she let her body relax into the water's warm embrace. Sliding into the water carefully she created barely a ripple as she moved to face Molly, less than an arm length separating their bodies.
“Long day?” Narcissa asked, startling Molly awake with a splash and a sputter.
“Narcissa, what are you – Narcissa!”
“Ssshhh.” Narcissa whispered as she placed a single finger on Molly's lips indicating her desire for silence even as she felt the familiar thrill at such a simple contact with the Gryffindor. Molly's eyes grew wide as she blushed a fierce red and whimpered against Narcissa's finger. “It just seemed like you were really enjoying this relaxing bath and I was compelled to join you.”
“How did yo -”
“I'm here, do you really want to bother with the hows and whys?”
“Whys?”
“Why I, Slytherin Head Girl, would even want to be with you, a Gryffindor Prefect, naked and alone in the Prefect's Bath.”
“When you put it that way, no.”
“Good. Now are you going to be a good little Gryffindor and rise to the challenge or are you going to act like a scared little cub and go running back to the safety of the den?”
Molly's eyes flashed just as they did when the pair faced each other in the Dueling Club and Narcissa knew she was in for one hell of a ride.
“What challen -”
Before Molly had finished speaking Narcissa was pressing her body close and searing her lips in a passionate, albeit brief, kiss. Tilting her head away for a moment she whispered, “Going to run?”
“Not on your life,” Molly growled as she launched herself at the blond, pulling Narcissa into her lap as she crushed their lips together.
Narcissa slapped her hard across the face once they finally stopped for breath.
“I am Head Girl. I am the one in charge here Gryffindor and it would do you well to remember that.” Narcissa ran her hand soothingly over the angry red mark on Molly's cheek, caressing her gently. Enthusiasm is not a bad thing, you just need to keep it in check. Powerful lioness you may be, I shall be your tamer.”
Raising her hand, Narcissa summoned her wand and swished it in Molly's direction. Fine, delicate links rose out of the bath and formed themselves into a watery chain. Running her tongue along her lower lip, Narcissa furrowed her brow slightly in concentration as she guided the chains into position with her wand.
“Go ahead, struggle, I know you're curious if they are as weak as they appear.”
Molly drew a deep breath and pulled her arms toward each other as hard as she could for as long as she could and yet – did not move. The watery chain held them flat against the bath's edge, spread out from her in some kind of grotesque bear hug.
“Satisfied?”
“How did you do that?” Molly asked, more curious than embarrassed.
“If I told you then I wouldn't be able to surprise you like this anymore.”
The unspoken message that their interlude may be repeated was enough to put to rest any vocalized inquiries Molly had but Narcissa recognized the “I'm thinking” look that came across Molly's face and knew she needed to refocus the Gryffindor onto their current situation. Wiggling her hips Narcissa moved her sex against Molly's drawing a sharp intake of breath from the redhead as she tried to press herself closer to Narcissa.
“So you are here with me. Good.” Narcissa bent her head and nibbled on Molly's collarbone, running her hands down her captive's torso, coming dangerously close to the other girl's breasts. Trailing her fingers down Molly's thigh she began sucking on the side of her neck before biting her way up towards Molly's ear as she worked her fingers up Molly's inner thigh. Narcissa bit the Gryffindor's earlobe as her fingers brushed gently over her labia without pause, continuing their journey back up Molly's sensitive body.
“Narcissa...”
“Mm?” Humming against Molly's sternum the blond smiled as she felt her captive's body respond to her vibrations.
“Narcissa, please...”
Kissing her way toward Molly's erect nipple, Narcissa paused to tease it with her tongue before enveloping it in her warm mouth. Grasping the base in her teeth she assaulted the tender flesh with her tongue, sending shock waves of pleasure coursing through the redhead's body.
“Uunnmmm,” Molly moaned before yelping in surprise as Narcissa bit down sharply on her nipple.
“Is there something you want?” Narcissa asked, looking up through her long eyelashes at Molly as she trailed her tongue in lazy circles, soothing the other girl's breast.
“Narcissa, please, I want...”
“You want? What do you want?”
“You.”
“Me? What ever for?”
“Aahh!” Molly squealed as Narcissa teased her folds with a sly finger.
“Aahh? Come girl,tell me what you want.”
“I want you!”
“Tut, tut. You misunderstand. Tell me exactly what you want me to do or I shall be forced to ask again.”
“I want you to ... to ... Merlin Cissy! Fuck me already!” Molly screamed, her eyes begging with the silent hope that this was neither a dream nor some cruelly twisted Slytherin prank.
“Fuck you?” she smirked.
Narcissa slid back on her lap, allowing her hand more comfortable access to Molly's now swollen labia. Parting her lips with a finger Narcissa explored the redhead's folds, teasing the entrance to her vagina before slowly caressing her clitoris. Digging the nails of her other hand into Molly's back, Narcissa leaned close for a moment, biting her neck before capturing her lips in a kiss the likes of one Molly had never experienced. The blond sucked her lower lip before finally breaking their kiss, her blue eyes sparkling as they locked with Molly's before she smiled wickedly and assaulted
Her head lolling back, Molly whimpered in pleasure as Narcissa slid two fingers deep into her sex while massaging her clitoris with her thumb. Sliding her fingers almost completely out, the blond twisted them slightly before slowly pushing them back in; the motion causing her thumb to slide sideways over Molly's clitoris and elicited a tremor from the Gryffindor.
“This what you had in mind?”
“Oh Merlin yes!”
“Because I could stop.” Narcissa let the tension drain from her fingers and began to remove them from Molly's slick folds.
“NO! Don't stop, please Cissy, don't stop.”
“You want me to really fuck you girl?”
“Yes!” Molly squirmed desperately but between her hands being chained down and the weight of Narcissa on her lap she couldn't move enough to get any sort of friction against the Slytherin's fingers.
Grasping her wand from the edge of the bath, Narcissa again spoke the words that summoned the magical chains and used them to secure Molly's legs wide against the ledge they were perched on. A look of panic flashed across the Gryffindor's face but it quickly vanished as Narcissa bit her neck while she was replacing her wand.
“Now I can fuck you.”
Standing on the lower ledge, Narcissa leaned between Molly's spread legs and rubbed their bodies together; her tongue and teeth explored the Gryffindor's shoulders and chest before she captured Molly's lips with hers and slid her entire hand into her vagina. Any protest Molly could have made was smothered with Narcissa's lips and tongue, dominating her mouth as she dominated her cunt. Twisting her hand, Narcissa made slow fluttering motions with her fingers before clenching a fist and sliding her hand back out only to push in deeper.
“Tell me you like it.” Narcissa whispered in her ear.
“I ... I like ... I like it!” Molly gasped out as she tried to grind down against Narcissa's forearm.
“That's a good little lion,” Narcissa purred before lowering her head and sinking her teeth into the tender flesh of Molly's neck, causing the Gryffindor to yelp in surprise. Narcissa began pumping her fist in and out of the redhead's vagina at a furious pace as she used her other hand to hold Molly's chin – forcing the Gryffindor to look her in the eye. “You're such a little slut. Look at you, Gryffindor's star Chaser chained up and begging me to fuck her. If your boys could see you now.”
“Don't ... don't care.” Molly groaned as he muscles clenched around the blonde's fist.
With a smirk, Narcissa angeled her arm so she was sliding along Molly's clitoris with every thrust and soon the girl tied before her was quivering, body tensed and ready to explode in orgasm. Sliding her hand to the back of Molly's neck she dug in her fingernails and quickened her pace; the redhead flexing every muscle in her body as the tremors of orgasm took hold.
“Tell me you love me.”
“Merlin Cissy, I love you!” Molly screamed as she trembled.
Releasing her grasp on the Gryffindor's neck, Narcissa slid away from her and watched with a satisfied smirk as she rode out the ebbing waves of pleasure that were still coursing through her body. When at last she sagged half-consciously into her restraints the blond reached for her wand again.
“What are you doing?” Molly asked, vaguely aware of Narcissa bringing her wand to her temple.
“Just a little something my sister taught me,” the Slytherin responded. Closing her eyes she whispered the words that ended her nightly ritual, “Ego abigo tui memoria,” and a thin strand of silvery substance followed her wand from Molly's temple to the crystal phial hanging from a delicate chain around her neck. After having her memory stolen, Molly passed out against the ledge and Narcissa took advantage of the brief moment before she returned to consciousness to get dressed and make her way out of the Prefects' Bath.
Shaking her head Molly awoke to the watchful gaze of the mermaid upon her.
“Did I fall asleep again?” she asked, not expecting an answer from the mute stained glass. “There's something about this bath, makes me sleepy I guess. Oh well, back to the common room and homework. I hope Arthur hasn't been waiting too long.”
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Ego abigo tui memoria = I steal your memory (as translated word by word)
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