If Wendell Holloway wants to become Lord Azulla, there is only one witch who can meet all the criteria to become Lady Azulla, the wonderful Melissa Guzman.
~xXx~
There were few places in the world Elizabeth appreciated more than a handsome young man beneath her as she rode them hard. Among the young people she's entertained in the years since her "friendly" breakup with her ex-husband, Talion Wilkinson, none has more than pleased her mischievous imagination as young Wendell Holloway.
There were many reasons why Holloway was preferable to everyone else. There was the power he held; most witches, most women in fact, were attracted to force, and Wendell wielded as much of it as anyone else in her world, both magically and politically. Plus, there was the fact that her relationship, such as it was, with him irritated Vincent endlessly. He didn't openly hate Wendell as he had when they were kids, but there was still a lot of lingering resentment between the two young men, mostly on Vincent's part and for Wendell Vincent was just one of the many annoying flies that were hovering beside him. Elizabeth loved her son, but if her relationship with young Holloway upset Vincent, that was too bad. She had devoted the previous two decades of her life to Vincent; now was the time to focus on herself, on enjoying her own life. And little in her life gave him more pleasure than riding Wendell Holloway in her bed.
Wendell was a good catch for a lot of reasons, and even without him being who he was, she would still get a lot of female attention based solely on her wonderful physical appearance. He was handsome, no doubt, the appearance of a cute and adorable boy gave way to a handsome and extremely powerful man in his twenty-four-year-old man's body, the body of someone who has become the youngest Head of Department in many generations and earned it through legitimate and hard work, rather than using his name and fame to propel himself in his career, as many others do today.
And the Witch Weekly writers who fawn over her glittering golden eyes didn't even know the half. Only those privileged enough to see the lust burning in those golden eyes when Wendell came could truly appreciate his beauty. Elizabeth was not the only witch to have seen in such a state, nor would she be the last; he had been with several witches since the end of his relationship with Arthur Bradford's daughter Shelby some four years earlier, all of them beautiful and all as casual as the one he had with Elizabeth. Elizabeth wasn't looking for a relationship outside of this and neither was he. She was still legally married to Talion and planned to stay that way, and she didn't even rule out the possibility of eventually resuming their relationship. If Wendell dated again or even married, it would be a witch his age. Elizabeth doesn't want to be his girlfriend or his wife; she just wanted to drive her body down over his, feel that big cock inside her and watch his handsome face enjoy it all.
"You are close, aren't you?" Elizabeth curiously asked, rocking her hips back and forth and lightly tracing his pecs with her nails, admiring the goose bumps that formed there.
"Yes." Wendell said quickly with a moan, though the answer wasn't really necessary. They had fucked often enough that Elizabeth recognized every sign of her by now, and the way his hands squeezed her ass and the look of intense concentration on her face told her everything she needed to know. He was hanging over the edge, and that was fine with her. She was right beside him, and she was going to get there anyway.
"Good." Elizabeth muttered teasingly. "Do it then. Just go ahead."
Wendell bit his lip, and Elizabeth saw those expressive golden eyes cloud over as he stepped over the edge. Her hips rose from the bed beneath her as he fired his seed into her, and that was all Elizabeth needed to join him in ecstasy. She moaned long and loud as she climaxed. Her apartment was protected for privacy so no one could hear her beyond those walls, but at times like this she wouldn't have minded ending those wars. Let all her neighbors hear the way her young, handsome, powerful, and gifted lover made her scream.
"Good?" Elizabeth rolled onto her side beside him.
Wendell casually faced Elizabeth with a crooked smile and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "You know the answer to that." Wendell said quickly. "There's a reason I keep coming back here, isn't there?"
Elizabeth giggled happily and ran her hand down her back. She never got tired of putting her hands on his body. Most wizards, especially purebloods, don't give much thought to fitness, relying on their wand to do everything for them and relying on the magic of their own bodies. Wendell Holloway was one of the few exceptions to this rule, she assumed thanks to his "fuck the old son of a bitch and broken into" roots; he was even unusually well organized among his co-workers, who were generally in better shape than the average wizard.
"What about you? Have fun?" Wendell asked curiously with a slightly raised eyebrow.
"Just like there's a reason for you to keep coming back." Elizabeth said quickly. "There's also a reason I keep letting you in."
"You kind of remembered that there was something else I came here for this time, right?" Wendell curiously asked with a raised eyebrow. "Apart from the sex, I mean."
"Yes of course." Elizabeth said quickly with a nod. "Sex was just a bonus." Elizabeth said softly and rolled away from him and got out of bed. "A very delicious and appreciated bonus." Elizabeth muttered audibly aloud and cast a quick cleaning spell on herself and walked out of her apartment bedroom into the living room, where several pieces of parchment were stacked neatly on the table. She picked them up and carried them to her favorite chair, which she sighed as she sat down. Sex with Wendell was always fun, but it could also always be exhausting. And she bet he'd be ready for another try by the time his real business was over, too. The boy was simply insatiable.
Wendell followed her into the living room, having had time to put a dark blue boxer back on. She didn't see the point in dressing again, certain they could fuck her again in no time, but maybe it was good that he at least wore something. It might have been hard for her to concentrate if her cock had been bared to tempt her.
"Then?" Wendell asked quickly with a curiously raised eyebrow. "Did you find anything?"
"I did." Elizabeth said quickly and looked at the first parchment, though it wasn't really necessary; she knew what she was saying. Three hundred years earlier, the Lord Azulla at the time had a less than ideal heir, a gambling addict, and a chronic drunk. He then married a 'lady of the night', confirming that his parents were right to have doubts about his inheriting control of the family. They didn't want to completely disown him, but they understandably didn't want to have anything to do with an ex-whore becoming the new Lady Azulla after her eldest son inherited it. Fortunately for them, they had a second child and drafted a legal document to make him the true heir to the title of Lord Azulla. In order to do this without totally expelling the eldest from the family, they created a clause that stated that Lord Azulla could name anyone of Azulla blood as his heir, even if there was someone who might otherwise inherit the title. However, there were certain conditions attached to the appointment, the major one being that, if such conditions arose, the chosen heir would have to come to an agreement to marry a pureblood witch who met certain other favorable criteria before the 25th The magician's and marriage anniversary must occur within one year of the agreement of the Engagement Contract.
The eldest son of the old Lord Azulla had died young and childless, so his younger brother would have become the heir anyway, but the document itself had already been drafted and filed. It was never rewritten or discarded by any of the Lord Azullas who followed him, perhaps because those unique circumstances never affected any of his subsequent generations. Why her idiot considerate brother didn't take care of it, Elizabeth couldn't say, and neither did Wendell, since her godfather had never mentioned any of this to him before he died or in his will. It could have been his usual lack of caution and preparation coming back to hurt him one last time, or he just didn't know it, or he just went "Fuck you all you old bastards!" with his usual attitude.
Regardless, his failure meant that it was Wendell's problem to deal with it now, because he'd inherited the Azulla landlord before Patrick's closest blood relative, his twin sister Patricia, which means the old contract affected him directly. He could come to an betrothal agreement with a witch deemed suitable by the terms old Lord Azulla had drawn up in the next few months before his 25th birthday, or he would lose the inheritance and rights that came with being Lord Azulla.
"I scrutinized the terms and looked for any witches who met all the criteria." Elizabeth spoke quickly. "But first, why the hell do you think I should help you?" Elizabeth asked quickly and smiled at Wendell and leaned back in her chair. "After all, if you don't fulfill the contract, won't my son become the new Lord Azulla in his place with Patricia dead?" Elizabeth asked curiously, she was teasing him, but she was also testing him. She was still a daughter of Azulla's household, even though she'd been a Wilkinson for nearly three decades, and if he was going to be the new head of the family, she wanted to see how perceptive he was.
"You and I both know that Patrick restored Andromeda to the Azulla family lineage in his will." Wendel said, looking bored. "She's the big sister now that Patricia is dead, which means if I give up, the landlord will pass to her and then to Michael when he's considered of legal age or if he's emancipated, and with me being her godfather, I'd have partial control of everything the Azullas own until he's seventeen, and since I'm kind of a surrogate parent to him, he should listen to most of the things I tell him to do without making any complaints, I raise him. well, but he won't be a spoiled brat like many others."
"Very good, Wendell." Elizabeth said quickly, nodding at him in approval. He wasn't the idiot Talion or Vincent believed him to be. "Yes, it would be Andromeda and her grandson who would inherit if you refused, so you don't have to worry about Vincent getting what's left of the Azulla fortune."
"Besides, I'm already rich with the Holloway heritage and hold the Holloway seat on the Board of Governors." Wendell said casually. "If Andromeda took the place of the Azulla, I have no doubt that more than half of the Lords would be at my side."
"I dont doubt." Elizabeth said softly. "All of this raises the question of why you bothered to ask me to look into this contract if you don't need the gold and aren't worried about what's going to happen to it or the seat on the Board of Governors."
"Because Patrick wanted me to be his heir." Wendell quickly said with a shrug. "He could have chosen to call Andromeda his heir, but he chose me. I'm not marrying someone who would make me unhappy just to make that happen, but I thought it would be worth investigating this at least."
"I see." Elizabeth muttered audibly and rummaged through the pile of parchments and placed a new one on top. "Well, as you requested, I investigated this matter for you. Although there were probably other potential candidates abroad, particularly Russia or Japan, many pureblood heiresses and few heirs."
"Yes." Wendell quickly said said with a nod. "I would prefer to know at least a little bit about the girl before thinking about it, and the only non-national witches I know are either already trapped in a marriage to someone or are too young for me. the less I would find it all funny and make those old fools lose their hair at the House of Governors sessions."
"Well, you're in luck because you won't have to look beyond our borders to find someone who meets all the criteria." Elizabeth said quickly and looked at the parchment, not that there was any reason for that. It wasn't exactly a long list to remember her. "Anneth Harrison fit almost all of these pre-established criteria." Elizabeth spoke softly
Wendell scoffed and shook his head immediately. "However, I have an intimate knowledge that casts great doubt on your ability to pass the requirement that the witch remain chaste before the consummation of the marriage."
Needless to say, Wendell was talking about Vincent, who was the first to take the girl to bed. Several others followed, especially after the end of the war, when her reputation was destroyed, but Elizabeth was unwilling to judge her for that.
"She wouldn't be at the table anyway." Wendell spoke slowly. "If that's the best you can find, I can start writing a letter to Andromeda right away."
"Like I said, she came close, but she's not eligible." Elizabeth continued. "There are two witches in the Magical Americas who meet each of the old Lord Azulla's criteria according to my knowledge and research."
"Just two?" Wendell curiously asked, raising his eyebrows in disbelief. "I thought there would be at least half a dozen and not just two.
"Unfortunately only two." Elizabeth said quickly. "Lord Azulla was very specific and very careful in trying to prevent the Azulla family from going into what he would consider undesirable hands. One of the two witches is Cristina Fordson."
Wendell grimaced and Elizabeth smiled. She knew he wouldn't want anything to do with her. This was actually number one on the list. There was only one witch who fit all the terms and might interest Wendell.
"The other one is also from her year at Bella Noche, although I don't know how well you've known her. I've known her several times in the last few years since her sister became my daughter-in-law."
"Melissa Guzman?" Wendell quickly asked and looked slowly surprised, but Elizabeth detected no sign of disgust.
"Yes." Elizabeth said softly. "Any interactions?"
"A little." Wendell said calmly and shrugged. "We probably only exchanged a few words during the six years we went to Bella Noche together, but we talk more regularly after school since we both work so close to each other. Nothing important; just small talk here and there, but yeah, we talked. Especially since our simultaneous promotions."
"I understand." Elizabeth said quickly. "And given what you know about her, would you agree to a date at the very least?"
~xXx~
"You look lovely, Wendell. If we weren't here on business, I might be tempted to drag you behind the bushes for some quick fun."
"And I might be tempted to let you do that." Wendell said happily, smiling at Elizabeth. "But I have a feeling that getting caught having sex behind your bushes might not make the best impression on my possible future in-laws."
"What a pity." Elizabeth said with a smile as she walked beside him. "Well, let's go ahead then."
Wendell was by no means ready to commit, but was intrigued enough to agree to this visit to Guzman Manor to meet with Melissa and her family. Honestly, he didn't know much about her, except for the little they discussed in their brief conversations when their paths crossed at work. He knew she was drop-dead gorgeous; everyone knew that. Then, as he always did when he was looking for information about something, he turned to Rose.
Her best friend had studied Ancient Runes and Arithmancy with Melissa and therefore interacted with her at school much more than he did, so he subtly mentioned her in a conversation prior to this meeting. Rose spoke of her quite well enough; more than he expected, in fact, given her usual interactions at school. She complimented her intelligence on her and also pointed out that he hadn't insulted or bullied her like most of the other members of her dorm.
Rose curiously remembered that Melissa had gone to the Yule Ball with Theodore Nott, and that Arlan Arfrain had taken her to the Prott Club Christmas party. He knew that neither of them had gone anywhere, as she hadn't dated either of them and, in fact, she'd never had a boyfriend at school, despite her no shortage of admirers.
He was interested in Shelby during the Prott Club party, but he could still clearly remember thinking she looked absolutely stunning in her robes that night. Even Jasper, who usually hated anything that had to do with them just out of prejudiced principles, commented on their big breasts and ass. Melissa Guzman was beautiful back then and she was beautiful now, and Wendell was as fanatical about a pretty face and a sexy body as any guy. He wasn't going to agree to marry her tonight, but at least it was worth meeting her and her family.
"Elizabeth! And Lord Holloway! I'm so glad you can join us!"
"Evelyn! It's been a long time!" Elizabeth stepped forward to greet Melissa's mother. The two women kissed on the cheek and then Elizabeth turned to him. "Evelyn, Cyrus, allow me to introduce you to the Nameless Head of Department Wendell Holloway, Lord Holloway and provisionally Lord Azulla, pending your future marriage."
"Thank you for coming to our house, Lord Holloway." Evelyn Guzman said. She smiled and reached out to him, who took it and pressed his lips to the back of her hand as instructed. She smiled, pleased with her etiquette, and he took the chance to take a look at her. He liked what he saw. Melissa's mother was an extremely attractive woman; a complete MILF as they say. Good looks evidently belonged to the family, because Astoria was also very pretty, too good for people like Vincent Wilkinson… maybe he should charge her a conquest royalty?
This left the lord of the family greeting Wendell when he reached the door. Lord Cyrus Guzman gave him a stiff nod.
"Lord Holloway." Cyrus said formally. "Welcome to Guzman Manor." Cyrus said and held out his hand and Wendell shook it.
"Thanks for receiving me." Wendell said with a small smile. "I'm honored that you're willing to meet me."
"We are the ones who are honored that you consider our daughter your future wife." Cyrus said quickly. "Please come in so we can discuss the matter."
"Clear."
Lord and Lady Guzman ushered their guests into the house proper, and in impeccable timing they had just entered the main hall when a wall distorts like water. Melissa left, which left with much more grace than Wendell.
"Sorry for not being here before you arrived." Melissa said quickly.
"It's not a problem." Wendell said casually. There was no problem with anything now, as far as he was concerned. Good looks really were in the family, Melissa and her younger sister Astoria had the same long, golden-blond hair and big sky blue eyes as their mother. Astoria was a beauty and he now knew Evelyn was too, but in his honest opinion Melissa was even more beautiful than they were. Many of the boys considered her the most attractive witch in Bella Noche, and with good reason. Aside from the pretty face, and the breasts and ass that drew praise from even Jasper Bradford's notorious hatred and were only more attractive now, she was also considered tall for a woman. Melissa and Astoria shared this in common, both Guzman sisters having the same long, shapely legs and the same hourglass figure. Wendell knew how beautiful she already was. What really caught her attention now was what she was wearing, and he wasn't the only one.
"Melissa?" Lady Guzman asked quickly, and she clearly didn't like what she saw. Wendell may not have had a mother growing up, but he heard that tone often enough to know what it meant. "What are you wearing?"
"What is not good?" Melissa scrutinized herself critically, and if Wendell hadn't seen the glint of amusement in her blue eyes, he might have believed she was honestly surprised by her mother's objection.
"You should wear dress robes." Evelyn said quickly, and it was obvious she was forcing her voice to remain steady. If he hadn't been here, he had a feeling she would have spoken to Melissa very differently. Perhaps the fact that she had come after him was intentional on her part for exactly that reason?
"I know I know." Melissa said indifferently. Instead, she wore a tailored women's suit, complete with a jacket, blouse, a reasonably short skirt and heels that did a great job of showing off her already amazing legs. "Sorry I didn't have time to get my device from home."
Wendell thought it incredible, but was not surprised that a pureblood lady like Evelyn Guzman had so much trouble with it, especially under the circumstances. It wasn't exactly the sort of thing a witch from a conservative thoroughbred family would wear to a dinner being held to discuss her potential engagement. Then again, he knew how seriously Melissa took her job. Becoming the minister's senior undersecretary at age 25 was quite an impressive feat. Maybe she didn't want a marriage and kids right now, for him or anyone else.
"Lucky for you I keep a spare set here just for this occasion." Evelyn said happily.
Melissa grimaced and Wendell bit his lip to keep from laughing.
"Yeah, lucky me." Melissa said flatly.
"It's right next to your old room." Evelyn said quickly, pointing to the stairs. "Go change while we place the guests. We'll be in the dining room when you get back."
~xXx~
"Oh, and our daughter has finally come back. Come sit down so we can get started."
Wendell couldn't have been more grateful for Melissa's return, as it meant he managed to escape the conversation about international border regulations that Cyrus pulled on without seeming rude.
"I changed as fast as I could." Melissa said quickly walking to the vacant seat across from him. Wendell doubted that was really true, and Evelyn's narrowed eyes showed what she thought of that too.
All five people seated at the table knew what they were really going to discuss, but as usual they chatted unimportantly while they ate. The serious matter would wait until after the table was removed. Wendell accepted congratulations on his recent promotion and offered his to Melissa for hers, which attracted what he believed to be the first genuine smile of the night. Elizabeth was overjoyed when she and Evelyn began discussing Astoria's pregnancy, which was news to him and apparently even to Melissa.
"It hasn't been publicly announced yet, so don't say anything." Evelyn said quickly, looking directly at her daughter as she spoke.
"But Mom, what am I going to discuss on break from work?" Melissa said, her eyes widening.
Wendell smiled at her plate as he jabbed a piece of potato onto his fork.
"Your sister is pregnant with the Wilkinson family heir." Cyrus quickly told his daughter. He was doing a far worse job of hiding his frustration than his wife. "This is something to be commended, not scoffed at."
"You're right." Melissa said casually, shaking her head. "I'm very impressed and I'm sure Vincent is proud of himself too. So far, the only achievement he's been able to master over anyone is 'I'm Talion Wilkinson's son.'"
Melissa mimicked Vincent's voice when he said this, and Wendell was shocked at how close it sounded to his real voice. He couldn't help but laugh in response and turned his head away from Guzman's parents so they wouldn't see him. That meant he was looking at Elizabeth, and while she didn't exactly look pleased, she didn't look angry either. Maybe she was used to hearing Melissa insult her son.
Elizabeth diverted Vincent and Astoria's conversation to safer topics, and there they remained while the five ate the food the Imp of the Guzmans had prepared. It wasn't until Evelyn had eaten her last bite of steak and put down her knife and fork to clean that Cyrus cleared his throat to get everyone's attention.
"Thank you for joining us here tonight, Lord Holloway and Lady Wilkinson." He said.
"It was our pleasure." Elizabeth said casually. "Wasn't it, Wendell?"
"Absolutely." Wendell said calmly with a half smile. "The food was excellent, thank you." Wendell said and he felt really awkward thanking them as they hadn't lifted a finger or made any effort to prepare the meal, but it was the polite thing to say at the time.
"Next time, we'll consult you about your favorite foods before we invite you." Evelyn said quickly, smiling at Wendell. Wendell just smiled back. She was obviously assuming the deal would go well.
"Now that we've eaten, I propose that we discuss business." said Cyrus, looking directly at Wendell. "We were honored to receive your letter. You believe our Melissa would make a good Lady Holloway and Lady Azulla, and we agreed. I'm sure we can reach an agreement no matter what. I'm prepared to offer you support from the Guzman family, in whatever way we can be best equipped to help you."
Wendell knew exactly what he was suggesting. The Guzmanes were a moderately powerful family, but their real strength lay in the size of their vault. His understanding was that Guzman's fortune was equal, if not superior, to the Holloways and the Azullas combined, but they didn't really outdo their three pet Basilisks that were in the Holloway Mountains, and Cyrus was prepared to open that vault and throw in a huge amount. of gold on him if it meant his daughter would become the new Lady of the Holloway and Azulla families. He got the impression that Cyrus intended to come to terms before leaving tonight, but if he did, he would be disappointed.
"Sorry about that." Wendell said quickly. "But I'm not really going to agree to any betrothal arrangements tonight."
"Not?" Cyrus frowned and looked at Melissa through narrowed eyes.
"No, no." Wendell said quickly, waving his hands. "That's not what you're thinking at all. Dinner was lovely, as was your family's company. You really exceeded my expectations." It was true. Well, at least it was true with Melissa. Her parents he could take or leave, but he wasn't here to find out whether or not he was compatible with them. "I would be more comfortable courting Melissa before agreeing to anything. That way we can figure out whether we would make a good marriage or not in the time that's left before my deadline."
"I think it's a great idea." Melissa said quickly before her father could say anything. "I would be totally against any engagement tonight, but I would be perfectly happy to court you and see where it goes." Melissa said quickly and looked at her father next. "You remember our agreement, don't you? I made you swear you'd get my consent to any engagement you tried to set up for me."
"How could I forget? The two engagements I tried to piece together for you earlier fell apart because you found two perfectly respectable wizards unsuitable." Cyrus sighed, realizing that his hopes of naming his eldest daughter with one of the most powerful men in the country that night had not been realized. But neither he nor Melissa openly rejected the possibility of marriage, and a politician like Cyrus Guzman would accept whatever he could get. He looked at Wendell seriously and nodded.
"Very well, Lord Holloway. I will allow you to court her before we sign any contracts. But I trust that, in the meantime, you will do nothing to make my daughter less suitable for an engagement contract."
~xXx~
Wendell felt surprisingly nervous as he knocked on Melissa's apartment door the following night. He's been with some beautiful witches over the past few years, but they've all been casual cases. This would be his first genuine date in a long time, and he found himself hoping he wouldn't screw it up. The door quickly opened and Melissa stood in front of him in a red dress that exposed some of her long legs. He took just a moment to admire her sexy body of hers, and when he looked at her, he found her smirking at him.
"Right in time." Melissa said quickly in a soft voice. "Decent way to make a first impression, huh Holloway. With how often you were late for Bella Noche, I worried you might keep me waiting."
"I'm always on time for the things that interest me." Wendell said quickly..his smile widened.
"Well, if you're that worried about it, I think we should get started." Melissa said softly "Take my arm and I will come by your side."
Wendell nodded, cleared his throat, and banished his doubts. He placed his hand on the smooth skin of her bare arm and did his best not to show any queasiness as she led him to her date.
~xXx
"I wasn't expecting a mundane world restaurant."
Wendell said quietly as the waiter at the Greek restaurant in New Town that Melissa had chosen to leave to order.
"That's not a complaint, is it?" Melissa curiously asked. "I know you're a half-blood so I didn't think it would be a problem."
"It is not." Wendell said quickly. "I'm surprised, that's all." Surprised and intrigued, actually. Last night he had the impression she was far from the typical conservative thoroughbred lady, and she was even more supportive of that thought now. "How did you find this place anyway?"
"After Bella Noche I trained as a curse breaker for a few months before I decided to join the Ministry." Melissa said. "This place has become one of my favorites."
"Wait what?" Wendell asked quickly, choosing a normal restaurant had been interesting enough, but now it was all but forgotten in favor of this latest revelation. "Were you training to be a curse breaker?" This was not information he expected to hear, and he placed his elbow on the table and leaned in to hear more.
"I was." Melissa said quickly, shaking her head. "That's why I didn't waste my time making Potions with Professor Hopkins; I really didn't need it. Breaking curses was fun. There's a thrill, a real sense of adventure and danger to it."
"You look like my friend Charlie." Wendell said with a smile.
"Charlie Bradford?" Melissa quickly asked, surprising him once again.
"Do you know him?"
"Yes of course." Melissa said quickly. "I kind of met him during my training here, actually. There are ancient underground vaults under Old Town, so he was around. Good man. Funny too."
"He is." Wendell agreed. He would have to ask Charlie what he thought of Melissa Guzman later. "So if you liked breaking curses, why didn't you insist?"
"It was fun, but I decided I needed to do my part to help rebuild our society." Melissa said. "So I changed careers and joined the Ministry to try to make things better inside, you know?"
"I know." Wendell said shaking his head. He understood her completely. "I joined for the same reason."
"Yes, but you are not normal." Melissa said smiling at him to take the pain out of his words. "You've already saved everyone by killing that freak; you've done your part. The rest is just you trying to impress people. I mean, really, Head of Department at 24? You're just a show off."
"And is this working?" Wendell curiously asked. "Are you feeling impressed?"
"Hmm." Melissa took a sip of water as she thought about it, or at least she pretended. "Ask me again after dinner."
~xXx~
Wendell put his fork down on his plate and took another healthy sip of water. She was really starting to affect him. The date was going well; better than he could honestly expect. Melissa wasn't just beautiful; she was witty and fun, and intelligent, and the antithesis of a conservative thoroughbred model wife in many ways. This also seemed to apply to her willingness to tease him, for he was certain that even a woman as open to her desires as Elizabeth would not have been so bold with a pureblood lord who was courting her.
The dress had been attractive enough just for the tempting amount of leg it showed, but she'd taken it a step further during dinner. The first time he'd caught a glimpse of her red panties, he'd attributed it to a simple change of fabric as she settled into her chair. The second and third times had made him suspicious, and the fourth had convinced him that it was deliberate on her part. They were now in the 12th flash of lacy red underwear, so there really wasn't room for doubt anymore. Wendell decided that he wanted to solve the mystery of Melissa Guzman, and how she might be eligible for the contract and strict terms set by old Lord Azulla.
He performed some wandless magic; nothing that could negatively impact any of the non-magicians in the restaurant. All he wanted was a little privacy so he could ask her the question he wanted without fear that anyone would overhear. She raised her eyebrows at his subtle use of magic but said nothing, apparently realizing he had something she wanted to say.
"I have to ask you something." He said. She tilted her head toward him, signaling him to continue. "You're beautiful, you're smart, you're career-oriented, you don't seem to believe the pureblood superiority garbage that so many old families make, and based on what I saw last night, I'd say you're perfectly willing to rebel against your parents' wishes for you, if they get in the way of what you want for yourself."
"Sorry, the question is 'why am I so good?'" She said with a small smile on her face. "Because I'm sorry but I don't have an answer for you."
"Not exactly." he said, laughing and shaking his head. "But given all of this, and given that you're showing your panties to myself right now, which tells me you're not a prude, I don't understand how you can be eligible to become my Lady Azulla."
"Are you asking why I'm still a virgin?" Melissa said, and he nodded. "I was wondering when you would start asking that." She lowered her dress and smoothed it down before straightening in her chair, and as much as Wendell would miss the teasing of her panties, he was eager for her explanation. "Before I went into my fourth year at Bella Noche, my dad sat me down and told me that if he knew I had given my chastity to a boy before signing an engagement contract with that boy, he would disinherit me and name Astoria as your heir."
"That's disgusting." said Wendell, shocked. He couldn't imagine making such a threat against his own children, if he ever did, and his already negative opinion of Cyrus Guzman sank even further. Melissa just shrugged, not looking too bothered.
"That's how things work in old conservative pureblood families like mine," she said. "It's not that different from old Lord Azulla's clause that's impacting you even now."
"Of course, but that was three hundred years ago." He said. "It would be nice if people like your father could join us here in the 21st century."
"Well I'm not holding my breath about it." She took a small bite of her food and then looked at him. "Whether he is out of date or not, I had to comply with it, unless I wanted to lose my birthright. So yes, I would have remained chaste even if I was very much not a prude." She reminded him of that by briefly lifting the hem of her dress to give him another glimpse of her red panties.
"Couldn't you have had sex discreetly?" he asked. "You're smart enough to make sure you could have found a way to hide this from your parents." She was shaking her head even before he finished his sentence.
"It's not possible." She said. "Whenever my father signs me into any betrothal agreement, whether it's with you or some old thoroughbred supremacist, I'll have to go through a medical exam to prove my chastity, just as Astoria did before she could be betrothed to Vincent."
"You mean they physically examine you to prove you still have a hymen?" Wendell asked, struggling to believe.
"Yes." she confirmed. "Very humiliating from what I heard, although Astoria was so happy to become Lady Wilkinson for some strange reason that it didn't seem to bother her too much." Wendell's first reaction was to ask about using truth potion, but he was not accepted in court because there were ways to beat him and he wasn't entirely trustworthy,
"Can't they just cast a spell or something?" he asked.
"They probably could, but most thoroughbred families consider hymen confirmation the only accurate and reliable means of proving a witch's virginity beyond any doubt. on examination, he would insist on it. It is a matter of pride and a defense against attacks or slander from opposing families. Besides, I would be very surprised if the examination were not one of the many clauses included in that little surprise that his ancestor Azulla left for you"
"The lack of a hymen couldn't be used against you, even if you didn't have sex?" Wendell quickly asked. He might not be an expert on the inner workings of the female body, but he knew enough to know that girls could break their hymen in many ways besides sex.
"Like any other pureblood girl who is expected to fulfill such a contract, my sister and I cast certain spells on us shortly after we were born that protect us against any accidental breakage. There is only one way to break it, and that is deliberately through sex."
Wendell shook his head. Every time he thought he had adjusted to the wizards and their craziness, they threw something like that at him that showed how much he still didn't understand even after nearly 14 years of living among them.
"But it's not that bad." She said. "I'm better off than most girls in my position would be. After all, I was able to convince my father that he needed to get my consent before he could agree to marry someone. tried to fool me with some idiots who didn't like the idea and expected me to be a good thoroughbred housewife who did nothing but babies, I was able to turn that off before it happened went anywhere." She must have been able to tell he was a little nervous about everything she'd heard, because she snapped her fingers at him.
"Don't feel sorry for me." She said. "Like I said, I have it better than most. Most witches in my position would have been locked into a contract with you last night, even if they hated your guts. But I don't. it's going to be because I've decided you deserve it."
"I guess I'll have to work hard to prove myself worthy then." he said, smiling at her. The serious mood was gone now that the story had been told, and he had a feeling she was just as happy about it as he was.
"Yes you will." She said. She gave him a wink as she pulled out her wand and carefully undo the privacy protections he'd put in place to keep anyone from noticing her desk. She caught her server's attention and gestured for him to come closer. "But first: drinks!"
~xXx~
"I had so much fun tonight." said Melissa.
Wendell was impressed by how little her voice was slurred, because she had been there with him for a beer, and he knew how drunk he felt. "Me either." He said. He really did. Although he was no stranger to female companionship after several years of casual dating, this was different. He hadn't felt a genuine attraction to someone like that, something that went beyond mere physical lust and lust since Shelby. That had been a boy's fantasy, a young man who was just beginning to learn about women. What he felt for Melissa was a more mature, adult kind of attraction. He wouldn't call it love yet, and he wasn't ready to suggest they sign an engagement contract, she would probably punch him if he did, but he knew for sure he didn't want this to be the last date they went. . He walked her to her apartment door, ready to catch her if she stumbled. Her walking was stable, however, if anyone had seen her walking, he wouldn't have suspected she drank as much as she actually drank. She turned to him when she was outside her door.
"You did a good job of proving yourself worthy tonight, Wendell Holloway." She said. "A very good job."
"Does this mean I have a second date?" Wendell asked, smiling. He was already pretty confident about it, but he wanted to lock it up before he left her tonight.
"A second date?" Melissa said, tilting her head at him. Her eyes took a deliberate look at her body, stopping at the crotch of his pants, and she licked her lips. "Who said the first one is over?"
She grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him toward him, and he came willingly. He moved to kiss her, but her own lips came forward to meet him at the same time. She didn't need to stand on tiptoe and he didn't need to bend down; she was only a few inches shorter than he was, and her heels made her the perfect height for both of them to dive right in.
Her lips tasted like cherries, and a low, rumbling growl rose from her throat. What else could Wendell do but deepen the kiss? Her lips parted for him, and he moaned into her mouth. He pushed her back until she knocked on his apartment door with a thud. She moaned and his hands, which were hugging him against her, began to explore. She went down his back and grabbed two fistfuls of his ass through his pants. Figuring she would be more than okay if he tried to feel alone, he rubbed her legs a little, taking the chance to get his hands on those long legs he'd been admiring all night. Then he upped the ante by going up and rubbing her ass through her dress. It was as soft and flexible as it looked. He would have loved to have taken this much further, and everything about her body language and the delicious noises she was making told him she would too. But they couldn't, and not because they were making out outside where anyone could see them. This was a problem that could have been solved quite easily, but the contract that hung over their heads was not so easily solved. Unless Melissa was willing to throw away her inheritance, that was the most they could do right now. Wendell pulled away with more than a little regret, and Melissa sighed and let the back of her head fall back against the door.
"I have a meeting tomorrow, but what do you think about the next day?" he asked. Are you free for dinner? "
"Yes." Melissa took a deep breath. "Next time you can choose."
He nodded, they set a specific time for the next meeting and said their goodbyes. Wendell watched the door close behind her and stood there looking at it for several seconds before turning away. He wasn't sure where exactly this was going, whether or not they were sure of their future and their feelings for each other that they would really want to agree to an engagement in the two months he left before the deadline, if he wanted to. become Lord Azulla.
Melissa quickly proved to be unpredictable, so who knew what would happen next? He just knew he was eager to find out.
~xXx~
"I think we need to talk about what's frustrating you right now."
"Which?" Wendell shook his head quickly. "I'm not frustrated. I'm happy. I'm looking forward to each of our meetings."
In fact, the past month has been one of the best in Wendell's life, despite the additional workload and stress that came with his promotion to Head of Department. He had genuinely started to fall in love with this woman. Was he ready to propose marriage? Maybe not, but the more time he spent with her, the easier it became to imagine her as a permanent fixture in her life.
"Me either." Melissa said, smiling at him from across the private table in the new restaurant that had just opened in Diagon Alley. "The last month has been great. But I know it's been frustrating for you too."
"Yes." Wendell agreed. There was no point in denying the truth in that statement, especially since she just couldn't resist teasing him with peeks at whatever pair of panties she was wearing that night. "But it was worth it. I'm enjoying hanging out with you and getting to know you. I can take care of the rest."
"That's what I wanted to talk about." said Melissa. "It's just as frustrating for me as it is for you. Probably more, since I've had to remain a virgin all this time. You at least had the freedom to have sex with other witches."
"I really didn't think about it." He said. Melissa was a beautiful 25 year old virgin who was very flirty and playful; he couldn't even imagine how turned on she must be right now. "If you've made it through all these years, I'm sure I can last a little longer while we figure out where this is going."
"I think you could too." said Melissa. "You're stubborn and determined enough. But why the hell should you? I'm the one stuck in my celibacy. You're free to fuck whoever you want. Like Elizabeth, for example."
"Not." he said, shaking his head. He didn't bother to deny that he'd fucked Elizabeth; they had never discussed it, but it wasn't exactly a secret. "I won't do this to you."
"That's cute, but seriously, I really don't care." said Melissa. "If our roles were reversed and I was the only one free to go have a night of stupid fun while you had to keep that dick of yours covered, you could bet I'd be going out and riding some cute guy like that as soon as this date was over. "
"You are serious?" Wendell asked. "Won't you regret it later?" He was extremely tempted to accept her offer and fuck Elizabeth, who he hadn't taken to his bed since his first meeting with Melissa. He wouldn't do that unless he was sure it wouldn't hurt his growing relationship with Melissa. He wouldn't trade it for anything.
"I'm serious." Melissa said, smiling. "Go. Fuck her."
~xXx~
If Wendell had been thinking with his head instead of his dick, he might have bothered trying to get in touch with Elizabeth to let her know he was coming. But a month of exciting unrewarded encounters with Melissa at the end of the night had rid him of his ability to think logically, so he simply went to her house in the designated area and sought to find her. She wasn't in the kitchen or the living room, so he headed for her bedroom.
Elizabeth was in her room, but it was only when he opened the door that he discovered she wasn't alone. Elizabeth was naked and on her knees on the floor, sucking on Arlan Arfrain Wendell didn't even blink. He wasn't angry or jealous or anything like that. It wasn't like he loved Elizabeth or they had some kind of exclusive relationship before he even started dating Melissa. He had several other partners over the course of his time with Elizabeth, and he never had any illusions about him being the only man she turned to when she wanted her needs met.
"Get out." Wendell said calmly. Blaise shivered in surprise, and Elizabeth opened her eyes and pulled away from Blaise to look at Wendell speculatively.
"What the hell are you doing here, Holloway?!" Blaise hissed. "What kind of wizard breaks into a house without warning where he's not wanted?!"
"I came here unannounced; you're right about that." He said. "But, both of us, I think you'll find it's you who isn't wanted here now. Not anymore." He glanced at Elizabeth, who was getting up, and Blaise's eyes went to the owner of the apartment as well.
"Elizabeth, send that rude wizard excuse away!" Blaise demanded. She looked at Blaise and gave him a slight smile.
"You can see for yourself, Blaise." She said. The other man's jaw dropped, and he looked back and forth between Wendell and Elizabeth in disbelief.
"You can not be serious." he muttered indignantly. He grabbed her clothes and left the room with as much dignity as he had left her.
Eendell had already dismissed him from his mind and focused exclusively on Elizabeth before he even left the room.
"I'm surprised to see you here, Wendell." said Elizabeth. She looked completely casual, not allowing her sudden appearance, her complete nudity or the fact that he'd surprised her by sucking another wizard to affect her. "Things didn't work out between you and Melissa after all?"
"No, things are really great with Melissa." he said, shaking his head. "I just had another date with her tonight, actually. I walked her to her apartment door and then came straight here." Elizabeth's eyes narrowed and, belatedly, he realized that her statement could mean something she didn't. "I came with her encouragement." he said quickly before she could question her motives.
"Same?" Elizabeth arched a blond eyebrow. "Melissa encouraged you to come and pay me a visit after your date?"
"She did." he said, shaking his head.
"And when she did that, did she have any idea we were getting laid?"
"Of course she did." He didn't ogle her beautiful naked body and instead looked directly into her eyes so she could see he was serious. "It was her idea. She said she would do the same thing if she were in my shoes." Elizabeth relaxed and smiled as she accepted the truth of her words. "I think her exact words were 'sex her'."
"Well then what are you waiting for?" she asked. "Take off those clothes, come here and fuck me to death." She pulled away from him and walked towards her bed, and he watched her ass sway from side to side. Damn, he missed that ass!
He undressed in a hurry, stripping off his pants and boxers as quickly as he could and unbuttoning his shirt impatiently. When he removed the last piece of clothing and turned his attention to her, Elizabeth was on her knees on the bed, her back to him. She swung her ass towards him.
"Come on then." She said. "You've already pursued my entertainment earlier in the evening. You owe it to me to take his place and make sure I'm satisfied."
"You and I both know Zabini would never be able to satisfy you like me." He said. It was an arrogant thing to say, but he really believed it, and she didn't disagree with him. She had sent Zabini away very quickly after Wendell arrived.
"Maybe yes maybe no." She said. "It's been so long since you've visited me that I'm not sure my memory of your talent is accurate or my brain has exaggerated what you can do."
"I guess I'll have to remind her then." he said as he walked over and joined her on the bed. He interpreted her comment as the challenge it was, and he wasn't going to leave it unanswered.
He got into position behind her, gave her ass a hard smack that made her cry out and then pressed his hips forward, sliding his cock inside her. He'd been in a semi-aroused state for the better part of the night, which was a common occurrence whenever he went out on a date with Melissa. Until tonight he'd had no choice but to go home alone and try to get whatever relief he could from his own hands after the date was over, but now he's finally been able to put his sexual energy to much more satisfying use.
"Yes, that's it!" Elizabeth said when he entered her. "Oh, I see my mind wasn't playing tricks on me after all! You really are as big as I remembered! But do you remember how to use you?"
Wendell placed his hands on her hips, stepped back and pushed hard. His hips slapped against her ass loudly and she gasped as his cock filled her.
"Ah yes!" she cried. "Merlin, this is so big! I can't believe you made me go a whole month without that nice big cock!"
"Sorry my love life bothered you." he said, pausing to give her another smack on the ass with his palm. "I promise I will make it up to you, right here and now."
Wendell and Elizabeth did not make love. It wasn't what either of them wanted from each other, now or ever. She didn't want him to whisper terms of endearment to her, treat her kindly, or profess his undying love for her. She wanted him to fuck her and fuck her hard, and that's exactly what he wanted to do. This had never been about anything but fucking; two people who found each other attractive, had healthy sexual appetites – and were compatible with each other in the bedroom.
She would not be his wife or mother to his children; he didn't love her and he never would. But he loved having sex with her. He loved her body, loved to fuck her as hard as he wanted and hear her moan in every bit. Women who were able to accompany him into the bedroom were a rare breed in Wendell's experience, and as long as he could do so, he would enjoy this gift.
Elizabeth had commented on being deprived of it for so long, and he also didn't know how he got through a month without it. At least she had others to turn to for relief, others like Zabini. Even if they couldn't make her feel as good as he could, it was still better than nothing, better than having to rely on masturbation after every teasing encounter he'd had with Melissa.
"Ah, ah, ah!" Elizabeth gasped with each thrust of her hips. "I can't, ah, remember the last time you took me this hard! I'm not sure if it's because you missed it or because, ah, m-because Melissa made you so horny!" Wendell didn't slow the pace or strength of his fuck to consider answering her, but he knew it was a combination of both. "Whatever it is, I don't care! Just keep fucking me like this!"
The last month of celibacy while dating Melissa was the longest Wendell had been without sex for a few years, and he was determined to enjoy the simple pleasures he now realized he'd taken for granted for so long. He never wanted to forget the feeling of sliding his cock back and forth inside Elizabeth's pussy, or the sound of his balls slapping against her ass every time he thrust inside her. Never again would he forget the feel of her breasts in her hands when he reached under her body to squeeze them and play with them, or the bed creaking under them as he fucked her, standing as proof of how hard he was hitting her. And maybe most of all he didn't want to forget how Elizabeth Wilkinson sounded when she was being fucked the way she liked it.
"Yes Wendell!" she screamed. "Merlin, yes! Give it to me! Oh, how I missed it!"
"Nobody fucks you like me, does they?" he asked as he continued to plow it with all her strength.
"Not!" she screamed. "No one else comes close!"
"You never come as hard as when you're with me, do you?"
"Not!" She whimpered. "Never!"
Wendell ran his hands over Elizabeth's back and ass, admiring her sexy form as he fucked her and listened to her moan and moan and scream. He didn't bother to check if Zabini had really left the apartment or was still lurking, and personally he didn't care much about that. A part of him really hoped the other man had stayed. Let him hear how Elizabeth sounded when she really was getting what she needed!
The previous month of pent-up frustration had fueled the strength of Wendell's fuck and given him the strength to fuck Elizabeth as hard as he'd probably done before, but he wasn't thinking too much about Melissa right now. He was here because he couldn't be with her, at least not yet, but he wasn't imagining his beautiful daughter Guzman underneath him as he fucked Elizabeth. It would be a disservice to them both if he tried to pretend he was screwing Melissa right now. Maybe he would get a chance to do this to her someday, and he was sure it would be amazing if he did. But tonight wasn't about her, or at least it hadn't been since the end of the date. She had made him nervous all night, and now his night was being spent making up for lost time with Elizabeth. They had a month 'It's the value of lost sexual opportunities to make up for. He wasn't sure if he could make up for it all with this rough fuck, but he was doing his best to try.
He knew her body well enough to know that the simple rough fuck would have been enough to make Elizabeth come soon; she lived for an intense fuck like this. But after having gone so long without sharing his bed, he found himself wanting to do everything he could to make this moment as special to her as he could, which is why he reached between her legs and guided his index finger to her clitoris.
"Ohhhhhh!"
Elizabeth's reaction was immediate. Her clit was extremely sensitive, which is why he usually stayed away from it and if he rubbed or licked it he kept it until she was almost done, otherwise he risked breaking her before. Sure enough, he just rubbed it with his finger. for about ten to twenty seconds before her body trembled, she gripped the pillow with both hands and screamed at the top of her lungs.
Under normal circumstances, Wendell might have intended to go on for a few more minutes, but after having gone a month without the pleasures of sex with her or anyone else, he didn't have the patience or even the energy to hold back in the least. This was pure, unrestrained, wild fuck, and Wendell couldn't see anything but the urge to thrust his cock into this sexy older woman as hard, as deep and as fast as he could. There was no time to worry about staying or missing her, not now, not when he was finally having sex again for the first time in a month, but it might as well have gone on forever as far as he was concerned.
Elizabeth's orgasm was gone, but she wasn't letting herself completely cool off yet. She apparently wanted to be a part of her to make his orgasm as explosive as hers, because she planted her hands flat on the bed and thrust her hips back to meet him, making the last twelve thrusts the hottest of all. Wendell grunted, feeling his end coming, and pulled his cock out of her.
He knew Elizabeth was protected and there was no risk of pregnancy if he came inside her; she gave him express permission to end up in her pussy anytime he wanted. Normally he took full advantage of that access, but tonight he felt like marking her body with his seed instead. He aimed his cock at her and sprayed his semen down her lower back and up to her ass cheeks. She made a small noise in the back of her throat, and he wasn't sure if she was disappointed that he'd chosen to withdraw, happy to feel his cum in her body, or just overjoyed after their first time together in a month to take care of.
She looked good with his sperm coating her body. He let him stay right where he was for a minute or two, sitting down on his knees and admiring her handiwork after she fell to her stomach. Eventually she would want to roll over onto her back, though, and there was no point in messing up the bed. He took his wand out of his pants and wiped it with magic.
"Thanks for that." she said, sighing and rolling onto her back. She stretched her arms above her head and smiled as she stared up at the ceiling.
"I thought it was fair." He said. "I made the mess so I better clean it up."
"That's not what I meant." she said, looking at him. "Well, that too I suppose. But I was actually referring to the excellent fuck you just gave me. You were right, you know."
"Was I? About what?" He had a very good idea, but he wanted to hear her say it.
"Nobody fucks me like you." She said. "I'm picky about who I allow in my bed, and even more picky about who gets invited back. Blaise has been here so many times I've put him in the wards, which should tell you my opinion of him. , I couldn't send him away quickly enough."
"Because he's not good enough." said Wendell, feeling rather smug.
"He's good enough." she said, shaking her head. "
"And don't forget about that." he provoked. The alpha male inside him puffed out his chest at her praise.
"Believe me, I won't." She said. "I suppose I should write Melissa a letter of gratitude for encouraging her to pay me a visit. Would she like such a gesture?"
"I have a feeling that it is." He said. "Knowing her, she would probably touch herself while she thought about it."
"Hmm." Elizabeth frowned. "Poor thing; I can't imagine how repressed she must be, having gone so long without knowing a man's touch. And it's probably even harder now that she's been spending so much time with a man as inspiring as you."
"Maybe she doesn't have to wait much longer." Wendell said. He shrugged at Elizabeth's look of interest. "We're not at that point, but who knows? I'm enjoying meeting her, even though my dick is usually begging to be released from her prison by the time I walk her to her door."
"Well, you won't have that specific problem anymore." Elizabeth promised. "Go and enjoy the company of the lovely Miss Guzman, and whenever you want to release the tension she creates, my bed is always open for you. Don't forget that."
"I will not." he said, shaking his head. Now that he had Melissa's permission to do so, he had a feeling he would come here as often as before. If his immediate future would involve fun nights getting to know Melissa and satisfying nights trying to fuck Elizabeth into a stupor, he could think of far worse arrangements.
"Just do me a favor and call first, okay?" she asked.
"Clear." he agreed. "Don't you want me to humiliate any of your other lovers like I did Blaise tonight?"
"It's not them I'm worried about." She said. "Vincent might know about our deal, but knowing about it and being here when you show up unannounced with your hard-on and your pants are two very different things."
~xXx~