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“You’re a goddess,” Neville exclaims as Pansy steps into the enclosed greenhouse attached to the manor. They are hosting a small gathering for well-known Herbologists at the Longbottom Estate, and everything is set up to impress.
Pansy twirls in her bright green sequin gown and thrills as her attentive husband rakes an appreciative gaze up and down her body. “I'm your goddess,” Pansy winks as she steps forward and places a sweet kiss against his lips. “You look good enough to eat.”
Neville groans when she presses into him but lets his hands roam where they please. He was pacing, nervous before she walked in, and she knows just how to take the edge off.
She can feel the beginnings of his arousal against her thigh, and she plans to take advantage. She loves how he worships her, how he can't deny her anything, so she grabs his jaw and gives him a heated kiss.
He responds beautifully, arching into her, chasing her lips, nerves and party momentarily forgotten as he chases her mouth. She has bigger plans though, so she gently pushes him back into the plant-filled countertop, casts a cushioning charm, and lowers herself to the ground.
“Pansy, we can’t…. We don’t….” Neville sputters as she opens his trousers with eager fingers and pulls them down to expose his thick cock. “We don't have time– what if someone sees?”
“We can be quick,” Pansy replies and licks her lips, watching as Neville eyes her with hunger. “Unless…you want me to wait,” she teases.
He growls and thrusts his now fully hard cock forward, hips jutting instinctively towards her open mouth. “Suck me, love, please.”
She doesn't waste any time. She grabs at his arse and swallows him down. She knows every way to take him apart quickly and expertly, and she uses those to her advantage as the scents of their arousal mix with the fragrant soil and foliage around them.
Neville groans as she relaxes her throat and bobs up and down, increasing his pleasure with every stroke. His hands are in her hair, and his hazel gaze is intent as he praises her. “So good, you're so perfect.”
Pansy lifts her blue eyes to his and deliberately slips her hand underneath the slit of her sequin dress. Neville’s knees tremble at the sight of her chasing her pleasure too.
It's heady and empowering the way he looks at her, and it spurs her on. She lets the cloying scent of the room and their shared moans wash over her as she brings them both off quickly.
Neville rocks into her, movements jerky and desperate, close. She fingers herself and rubs at the wetness of her clit, ready to follow him over the cliff.
“Pans, fuck…” He whines.
That's all it takes.
She swallows around him deep in her throat and takes every bit of his release as he shakes and quivers, shouting her name as he comes.
She pulls off of his spent cock and strokes herself roughly, crying out as she brings herself off to the sight and feel of him. She collapses forward into the vee of his hips and lets his now gentle hands lovingly pet her hair.
After a few minutes, he lifts her off the ground and into his arms, kissing her slowly. “You’re a treasure, Pansy, even if you’re all trouble.”
“You love me,” she winks as she wipes a smidge of lipstick from the corner of his mouth.
“That I do,” he says as he kisses the crown of her forehead and pulls away. He smacks her arse playfully as he casts cleaning charms over both the space and their clothing, righting everything once more.
Just then, the wards alert them to their guests' arrival, so they straighten up and morph back into respectable, well-mannered hosts.
Pansy, being Pansy, can't resist one last distraction so Neville’s nerves don't return. She leans up and whispers into the shell of his ear, “Impress these old codgers tonight, and you can fuck me so hard my legs don't work.”
“Paaansy,” Neville whines as she grinds her bum against his crotch, laughing as she feels him getting half-hard again. “That’s not fair.”
“Darling, when have I ever played fair?” She quips as they turn to receive their guests, and he attempts to look unaffected.
His hidden hand pinches at her bum. “You’re going to pay for that later, witch.”
She smiles and grabs a glass of champagne from a tray, the facade of a perfect party host well in place. “Looking forward to it.”
~~**~~
“On your knees.”
Pansy smirks as she sinks to the floor at his command, the sequins of her dress a delicious bite against her skin as she kneels.
She tips her head up slightly to look at Neville, the familiar role-play settling between them as the usual adoring gaze of her husband turns to something harsher with a bit more edge.
She loves this, the moment he lets this dominant facet of his personality out to play and uses her for both his pleasure and her own. Electricity shoots up her spine, and her fingers inch towards the waistband of his trousers.
“Did I give you permission to touch me?” His smile is all teeth as he shifts slightly out of her reach.
“No, sir,” she answers with a purr. “But I want to. Want your cock in my mouth.” Pansy watches as he loosens the buttons of his trousers and lowers his zip, revealing his rapidly hardening length to her.
He steps forward, pitching his voice low, almost to a growl. “Good, you're going to get it.” His fingers are rough in her hair as he pulls her face towards his cock, and she swallows around his hardness.
This isn't going to be gentle, and she relishes it.
Neville groans above her as she bobs up and down. He uses one hand to discard his dress robes and the other to tug on her hair. She gasps as he grasps her harder, and he uses that opportunity to fuck roughly into her mouth as she opens wider.
“Fuck,” he growls.
She hums around him. Her fingers clench in the material of her dress, distracting herself, careful not to touch him as she licks him from base to tip. She can feel the wetness slipping between her thighs and the tightening of Neville’s muscles as she brings him almost to the edge. He growls and pulls her off him roughly, his fluids dripping from her mouth as she meets his eyes and licks her lips.
“Get on the bed, on your back,” he commands as he grasps her chin and tugs her upwards. Once she’s standing, he lets his gaze rake over her body; his hazel eyes ringed black with desire. Before she can step back or turn, his hands are on her, hot and rough as he slips beneath her dress and tugs hard on her breast. Pansy can’t hold back the moan that escapes from her mouth.
“Gorgeous,” Neville growls. “Can't wait to come all over you.”
Then, he yanks at the front of her dress, the fabric and sequins ripping to shreds as it falls to the ground in tatters. She hadn’t bothered with undergarments, so Pansy shivers with anticipation as she stands naked under his stare. He bends down, not to kiss her lips but to bite at the hollow of her throat, leaving a sucking bruise on her skin.
Then he steps forward, backing her up until the bend of her knees hits the mattress, and she topples onto the red silk sheets. He follows her down, his large body covering hers, his trousers kicked off carelessly.
“Want to fuck you until you scream,” he says into her skin as he bites down, leaving hot, red welts across the expanse of her chest. He roughly grabs her breasts, pulling one into his mouth and rolling the nipple of her other breast through his fingers. He teases her to hardness and nibbles on the dusky pink nubs.
“Yesss, please,” she hisses as he moves down her body, his hands roaming towards her centre. She gasps out a cry as he forcefully shoves two fingers inside of her wetness, not giving her so much as a warning as he breaches her.
“This pussy is mine,” he moans against her skin as he bites the sensitive flesh right at the apex of her thigh. Pansy keens as his mouth sucks at her clit, and his fingers fuck roughly into her. She bucks into his mouth, barely able to restrain her movements, as he pins her down beneath him.
Neville growls and curses as he laps at her, and she clenches her thighs around his head to stave off her orgasm. She’s shaking and panting as he licks her, and she nearly lets out a sob when he bites down on her sex.
It's pain, it's pleasure, and it's exactly what her body wants.
“Don’t you dare come,” he grunts in warning. Neville slows his movements carefully just as the orgasm begins to overtake her. He blows on her clit and sends shivers down her spine. Pansy whines as she is left hanging deliriously close to the edge, her whole body strumming with need.
“You taste so good on my tongue. Fuck.” Neville pulls his fingers out of her and removes his mouth. She lets out a needy whine. Pansy moans and pants, trying desperately to catch her breath, but Neville yanks her down the bed forcefully and flips her over.
“Pleasepleaseplease,” she begs as he manhandles her onto her elbows and knees and pulls her arse towards his face. He kneels behind her, groping her bum, and she can't help but thrust her body backwards to get more of him.
The unexpected sharp crack of his hand on her arsecheek sends shock waves through her nerves. She feels like she is holding the end of a livewire as he brings his hand down with a second smack. “Did I tell you, you could beg?”
Pansy shakes her head and moans loudly, “No, sir.” She can feel Neville smoothing her reddened skin with his tongue, and the smugness radiates from every inch of him.
He bites her cheeks, leaving marks and the outline of his teeth upon her. “Want to fuck this tight arse of yours.” Pansy whines, still teetering on the edge, panting and desperate for him to keep using her body.
“Yesss,” Pansy croaks out despite herself.
Neville whispers a cleansing spell against her as his fingers wander to the furled rim of her hole. He pets her tight entrance with two fingers and then spits directly onto her skin. Then he bends down and licks a stripe from the swell of her bum down to her hole as he puts his mouth all over her heated flesh.
Pansy keens and can't hold back as she bucks into him.
She loves when he takes her like this.
His tongue traces her rim, and every nerve ending of Pansy’s body is on fire as he teases her with flat licks. Her head thrashes from side to side. It's too much and not enough all at the same time. She feels like she is on fire.
His tongue probes into her hole, and she nearly comes again from the sensation. Then there are lube-slick fingers in her arse as he stretches her with one digit and then two. She feels his hard cock twitch against the back of her legs, and she moans at all the little licks and growls Neville emits as he edges her, preparing her for his cock.
“Nev, sir, please—” she whines, breaking character. She is so needy and overstimulated that she has to have him in her any way she can get him.
“Fuck, I'm not going to last….” Neville moans as he lines up behind her, finally letting her have what they both crave. “Want to be buried in you.”
“Please,” she cries out just as he thrusts into her slowly. The stretch and burn are overwhelming at first as he breaches her, and her hands fist in the sheets as the glorious edge of pain cuts through her like a knife.
The pace he sets is brutal as he ruts against her. “You’re so tight,” he moans and pulls almost all the way out, sinking back in as he mutters broken expletives.
His hands are on her thighs, leaving bruising finger marks as he pushes and pulls her just as he wants. Pansy is gasping for breath, and tears are leaking from her eyes when Neville brings a spell-cleaned hand back to her clit.
“Come for me,” he growls. Pansy cries out as her orgasm rips through her at his command, limbs shaking and vision blacking out. Neville doesn't stop fucking her through it. Instead, he hauls her into him and sinks back onto his haunches as she shakes and moans around him.
“So close,” he mutters. “Can you give me just a little more?”
Pansy can't even form words through the haze of pleasure in her mind. She throws her head back into his shoulder and nods, whimpering and digging her nails into the muscle of his thighs.
She’s still riding the high of overstimulation from her last orgasm when a second orgasm drags her under like a wave. Neville bounces her on his cock frantically as she whimpers and gets swept along in sensation.
There is no more rhythm to their movements as they come together, and the last thing Pansy remembers is the feel of his teeth on her shoulder as he roars around her and empties himself inside of her.
~~**~~
Afterwards, when she’s come back to herself and the world is no longer fuzzy and white, Neville deposits her slowly and oh so carefully into their large tub.
She moans– a completely different kind of pleasure– as the warm fragrant water laps at her reddened, sweaty skin. He climbs in behind her, all soft movement and gentle fingers.
He cleans her up and massages her scalp, and he peppers tiny butterfly kisses over every bit of her skin.
He praises and loves her, and just like that, with the best of both worlds, she is his goddess once more.