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Chapter 24– From Now On.
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*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
Like clockwork, I hear three knocks at my office door same time every morning, and like usual, I ignore it in favour of finishing my current task. I continue my movements, going harder, deeper and faster to reach the climax. I move my hands faster, going quicker and quicker, my pot running out of liquid as I use more and more.
And then, finally, I finish writing on the parchment, my quill flourishing as I sign the letter with my unique signature, one that moves to form my image every so often, which the original Gilderoy came up with. Grunting, I place my other hand on the head of the woman underneath my desk, holding her in place and bringing that to completion as well.
After a moment, I let her go and as she busies herself with cleaning me off and I put my quill back to rest in the pot of ink nearby, relaxing in my seat in relief, having finished both things. Of course, I would have rather only done the one, the more fun thing, but I got a bit carried away yesterday and left some dire documentation unfinished as I got lost in my fun. Which means this morning, I had to finish it quickly, but my paramour from yesterday was still around and wanted to have some fun, and so did I, so I multitasked.
Suddenly, the mature older woman pushes my chair back and springs up to sit on my lap, her mouth quickly approaching mine. She is too quick for me to react adequately, or she would have been if I hadn't progressed so far in my education as a duelist. My fingers, now incredibly nimble, grab ahold of my wand as it comes shooting out of the wand holster strapped to my hand, having never taken it off since I got it. And I quickly direct a hygiene spell at the woman as she closes in on me, specifically a mouth-cleansing one that thankfully takes effect as her lips smush against mine.
Still, I worry for a second before the minty refreshing taste enters my mouth at the same time her tongue does, and with no worries, my tongue quickly meets hers, tangling together. I was really worried that I was about to get a taste of myself there, but thankfully I didn't. I mean, I know there are some dudes who wouldn't care, but when magic is an option, why would you want to when you could easily clean it up in a second? I have yet to get a sample of it, and I am not going to if I can help it.
"Gilderoy, do you have the- Oh, excuse me? I will wait." Andromeda says after opening the door and walking in to see me sitting naked at my desk and a naked woman sitting on my lap, devouring my mouth. Instead of a few months ago when she would have shouted or gone all frosty, she simply apologised and moved to leave.
"Stay. I am done here. It is time for you to go, Esther." I punctuated my words with a slap to her juicy ass, drawing a moan from the older woman instead of the complaint she was going to issue at being interrupted. Andromeda, obliging my words, closes the door and simply waits to one side as we finish up. To be honest, Andromeda knows what I am up to at this time of the day. She knows. She knocks, and then she enters. She knows what's on the other side of the door, and she wants to see it. Even though it has been a few months, it seems like I am making progress.
"I guess I have no choice then, Gilderoy. Nonetheless, it was once again an enjoyable evening." Esther Beaufort says, standing up, not hiding her body at all in front of the stranger as she picks up her wand and expertly flicks it, gathering all of her clothes together in a neatly folded pile that sits atop her hand. Waving her wand once more at the pile, using a familiar spell, she is dressed in an elegant robe. Then, with another few swishes of her wand, she takes care of everything else, leaving an eloquent, regal woman standing there, looking like the perfect picture of royalty.
"Yes, indeed it has been, Esther. As always, it's been a pleasure, as if any moment spent in your presence it could not. Same time next week?" I ask, as I also stand up, completely naked and perform similar spells to Esther, dressing myself and readying myself for the rest of the day. The whole time, ever since Andromeda entered the room, I have been keeping a subtle eye on her to watch her reactions and expressions. However, her face is neutral, and she is looking at the ground. One would think she is not affected by these current circumstances, but I know better. She is using Occlumency.
"Ever the flatterer, Gilderoy. And as much as I would love to attend our next weekly rendezvous, I am afraid it is my grandson's birthday. So I will wait agonisingly for the week after, farewell Gilderoy. Andromeda." Saying so, Esther Beaufort, the seventy-nine-year-old pureblooded grandmother- that looks a hot milf forty at most- heads to my fireplace and uses the floo to travel away. Andromeda seems unfazed and doesn't say anything as she does, remaining silent even after she is gone.
Now, before Andromeda rejected my advances, I was primarily going after young women, but that interaction with her changed my outlook. Andromeda rejected me, stating three different reasons besides the fact that she is married, even if it is unhappily. Andromeda said that she couldn't respond to my advances because she was too old now, because she had a child that was already fully grown and because I myself could not be in a committed relationship.
To answer all of these problems and disprove them, I decided to settle on a long-time paramour, an older woman, preferably older than andromeda. As I said once before, people in this world that have magic don't age as much as ordinary muggles, and with spells focused on aesthetics and beauty, they can be youthful for a long time. It took me a while of searching, going through countless women and observing them properly with my Legilimency and wiping their minds of their nights with me before I finally found the right woman.
Esther Beaufort. Seventy-nine years old. A pureblood witch from the higher echelons of France who I ran into on her visit to England as an ambassador for the ministry for some reason or other. Her accent was so good that I didn't even click on to her being french until I had an opportunity to give her mind a thorough review. I didn't even know she was that old as she looked to be around forty and very enticing, fitting the base parameters I was searching for.
It was only after I had her back at mine and had thoroughly tired her out through the night from the thorough performance that I could give her mind an in-depth review. She was perfect. She was old, way older than Andromeda. She not only had children, but she also had grandchildren. She was still married, but I didn't go and break up their marriage or anything, and she searched me out, so I wasn't really bothered about that.
Her husband, surprisingly being two years younger than her, was an old fogy and wrinkled bag of bones. This greatly confused me as I was under the impression that our magic keeps us youthful, though there are a few anomalies now that I think of it, such as Dumbledore and McGonagall. My new theory is that our magic keeps us young, but only if our magic is feeling young. I believe that feelings and mental well-being, as well as stress, would affect us, and that would reflect in our magic which would reflect in our appearance. For example, Dumbledore and McGonagall looked so old because of everything they had been through. The wars, as well as the stress of running a school, affected them and their appearance.
Esther Beaufort fulfilled two of my conditions, which was way more than fulfilled in actual fact, as she was almost twice the age of Andromeda and had way more kids and grandkids than her. So the only thing that I needed to do now was fulfil the third condition, which would be the hardest as it would require long-term interactions that would be without hostile intent on both parties sides.
Thankfully, with her husband not performing at all, Esther was looking for a release, and she found that in me, and she didn't want to let that go anytime soon. She didn't want more than that, having already achieved wealth and status since the moment she was born into the high-ranking, magical French Beaufort family. She was perfect, and with that, I fulfilled the third condition—a relationship.
Of course, it was not a proper relationship, as that would not be actually attainable, and I don't want such a one-on-one situation in the future. What I needed was a long time commitment, even if it was not a pure one, to show that I was capable of commitment. And so I set up my weekly meet-ups with Esther, and since the first time, Andromeda had seen her every week at the same time for a few months.
With this, all of Andromeda's reasons for refusal no longer made any sense. I was bedding a woman that was older than her that had grandchildren, and we met up weekly, showing a relationship that was solid and stable, even if it was as fuck buddies. The last one might not make sense, but it does. As with my dragon blood-affected physiology excuse, I have a higher libido, and so I am constantly with different women. Still, I am proving the point that I can consistently be with a single woman as well.
The only thing holding her back now is her marriage, an empty and cold one that will break eventually. So it is just a matter of time. For that matter, she would also be afraid of what her child, Nymphadora, would think of her, so if I can meet her and get her on my side, then that would also go a long way to helping me get together with Andromeda.
"So, what was it that you needed again, Andromeda?" After a moment, I turned back to her, making sure that I took long enough that she would notice my eyes lingering on the floo through which Esther had just exited. I have also stopped calling her by the nickname I gave her, Andi, and have reverted to simply calling her by her full name, though I have kept it first name basis to seem still close, just not that close.
"Right. I came to remind you that we need to respond to the Goblin strike immediately. Spudmore has made big strides in the last few months thanks to us providing him with all the resources he needs and him purely focusing on the research and nothing else, but those improvements have been very particular. There have been minor achievements, negligible really, in all aspects aside from the experimentation with goblin silver. That metal is the basis of our new broom, and without the goblins' assistance, we will have immense losses." She informs me, fixing the placement of the glasses on her face as she does.