Chapter 37: Week 6, Part IChapter Text
You fire off an email to your lawyer early Monday morning about the blackmail material you found—you don't actually phrase it so blatantly of course, but since you had brought it up previously he should know what you're talking about.
After your morning classes, you pop back to your lair and grab the finished mandrake potion. You levitate the elf into the main room, lay it on a cot, and apply some of the draught topically. As the elf's face softens you pour the rest down their throat and sit back as their stiff posture relaxes. The diagnostic spell that had been reading nothing suddenly shows readings of terror and fear before tapering off to something resembling normal for a house-elf. It takes close to ten minutes before the figure stirs, however, and that's only a weak shifting to look over at you.
You move over and kneel beside the cot. "Hello, can you tell me your name?"
"Ic namede Ælfgifu, me friáa."
"Oh, how lovely," you sigh and hit the elf with a translation spell. "Let's try this again. Did you say your name was Aelfgifu?"
"Many apologies master wizard, I be indeed Ælfgifu."
Well, either the translation spell smooths out the very odd house-elf voice cadence, or elves in foreign languages speak much more formally. It's better on your ears, at least. "My name is James Peverell. Do you remember what happened before you were petrified?"
The elf brings its hand up and curls it around, "Ælfgifu was asked by Master Slytherins to help test the security of his chambers. Ælfgifu does not know why Master Slytherins moved his chambers under the school, though, it be cold and wet down there."
"And do you remember what year it was?" you ask with a sinking feeling.
"No, Master Peverell, but the king be Æthelred, if that helps?"
You groan. No, no it doesn't help at all. "Aelfgifu, I have some very bad news…"
Explaining to a house-elf that they've apparently been petrified for over a thousand years and that you're the only wizard around is heart-wrenching. You end up bundling Aelfgifu's slight form in your arms as she weeps for the loss of everything and everyone she knew. You send Crystal a text and she arrives and sits down next to you and places a hand on the elf's back as she finally starts to get herself together.
"You be right, master Peverell, Ælfgifu don't senses any other elfs or anything around. Your trunk has been to Hoggywarts, I feel the magics on it, but it an older Hoggywarts than I knew." She turns to Crystal, then back to you and blinks, "Oh, Ælfgifu is sorry, Lord Peverell, I not see your lady there." She hops onto the floor and gives a curtsy to a confused Crystal. "Lady Peverell, I be Ælfgifu."
Your girlfriend flicks her eyes over to you, then back down to the tiny elf. "Um, hello. I'm not Lady Peverell, though. We're just dating."
The elf looks at Crystal, then back at you and cocks her head, sending her ears wiggling. "If yous say so, Lady Crystal."
"Aelfgifu, if you'd like you can search for other wizards and witches, but I would appreciate it if you let me know what you found first."
"Oh no, Lord Peverell, I will bond with the Peverell family. I waste away otherwise."
"I'm pretty sure I'm not a lord either."
"You be the only wizard here, you said. Then you be all the lords."
"….I'm also pretty sure that's not how it works."
The elf hops onto the table and sticks her hands on her hips. "How you think people be kings? You say you king, beat up anyone who argue. So you say you lord, zap any wizard that argue."
That's some fucked up logic, but it is logic. "You know what? Sure, I'm Lord Peverell, that's fine. How does this bonding work then?"
You're guided through laying your hand on her head and formally inviting her to serve the Peverell family. With that done you now have a bonded servant who is side-eyeing your girlfriend and referring to her as 'Lady Pev-Lady Crystal'. You explain your apartment and the lair, and take her to each location, and have to sit and explain cameras and surveillance to her in a way that she understands—in this case, like portraits that can remember things. Your first orders to her are to pop around invisible and get used to the world she finds herself in as you head back to your lair and your girlfriend.
Crystal wraps her arms around you and holds you tight as you explain more about what little you know of house-elves, and additional questions about the Wizarding World.
"So you seriously could be a 'Lord Peverell'?"
You chuckle. "I guess it's possible, but I'd doubt it. Peverell's a Norman French name and the only real ancestor I know of was a knight, but that doesn't exactly entitle me to be Lord anything. If it helps Aelfgifu, though, then I don't mind."
"So why am I Lady Peverell?" Crystal asks. "Not that… well, I mean… you, uh," she trails off, blushing.
Kissing her forehead you cut her mumbling off. "I'm assuming it's some kind of difference between 10th century wizarding life and now. Women were much more limited in what they could do, so if you're here and we're 'dating', she probably thinks that's either some kind of betrothal or alliance between our families or something."
Looking up at you, Crystal's eyes darken a shade as she uses her flight to tug you in the direction of the bed. "Perhaps my lord would like to strengthen his alliance with the Pelham family?"
"An excellent idea, my lady."
After Arcadia lets out in the afternoon, Amy shows up at the lair and is introduced to Aelfgifu. Being called 'Mistress Peverell' turns her bright red, but her blushing stops when she actually touches the elf and gets lost in examining the makeup of a highly-magical being other than yourself. Aelfgifu is pretty decent about it, all things considered.
With introductions completed, you and Amy get started on planning a greenhouse. You've decided to take over the rest of the block and make everything unplottable, but rather than level it all and put in the greenhouse on ground level you're going to gut a couple of the buildings and transfigure the sides to glass, as well as grow larger items like trees on the roof.
After learning what you're planning, your elf wants to assist as well, and manages to transport enough dirt from somewhere to layer it thickly on a newly-strengthened roof as Amy plants some larger bushes and trees and gets them rooted.
You take a break after reinforcing the building and pull the short girl into a hug. "Have you ever considered becoming a plant-themed cape with your talents?"
Amy looks up at you with a confused smile and smudges of dirt on her face. " How would I manage that?"
You paint her a mental picture of an vine-whip-wielding, sleep-spore-spraying version of Poison Ivy and smirk internally as she wanders off to experiment with some plants. Hopefully that experimentation will calm her shard down some so that she doesn't need constant cleansing to feel better.
Off-and-on during the day you check on Coil, but he spends most of his day at the PRT doing random bullshit—typing things on a computer, mostly—while doing his best to hide his shakes and chugging water like he's in the middle of the desert. Lisa looks to be doing research about one of the drug storage locations the Undersiders are supposed to hit on Wednesday evening. It's one of the ones Diego knew about, checking over the notes she has strewn around and pulling some stuff from Coil's memories tells you that he's using this as a chance to get yet more practice with breaking and entering for the Undersiders and possibly stir up some heat with the Empire, who are taking over the area. The business that the drugs are stashed in is near the Palanquin, so drawing Faultline's hangers-on into the mix would be a bonus. The current plan seems to be for them to retreat towards where the ABB is taking over former Merchant territory and try and get the two or three gangs to scrap a bit.
[X][Undersiders] Monitor them and step in if things go badly
You get a text back from Quinn and he tells you stop by at any time tomorrow, so you decide to try and knock another item off your list and set up a lunch appointment with Templeton. She's apparently off during the day, and agrees to get something at Cafe Sofrito.
Tuesday morning after you both run with Taylor, Aelfgifu takes it upon herself to pop Crystal back over to her dorm room rather than making 'her lady' fly. You get a guilty text later about how she didn't stop the elf from cleaning her dorm room, which had gone back to being dirty, but when you mention to your elf that she doesn't have to clean if she doesn't want to you get a pitying look and drop that line of conversation.
After your morning class you drop in to talk to Calle and find that he's got a fair amount of stuff to talk to you about as well.
"So the DA wants to do the deposition Thursday morning. I'm going over the questions now, and I don't have any major objections with what's been checked over so far. There were a couple of items that questioned your use of drugs, but when I pointed out that Panacea was there, and you also know how to heal they scrubbed those questions entirely." He runs you through the questions quickly and while some phrasings of your answers are changed, it's obvious the DA is throwing softballs to keep you from deciding not to testify at all.
[X][Deposition] Use the time-turner to do the deposition
-=-=-
"Alright, I can do Thursday morning. Do I need to wear a suit over my armor?" With a wave you're wearing a tuxedo.
You get a longsuffering look from Quinn. "Please don't."
Leaning back, you do your best to project a smirk with your voice. "Fair enough. Rather than bother with travel, I'll meet you here and teleport us there."
"To somewhere outside, I hope. I doubt they'd appreciate us appearing past security."
You wave his concern away. "Of course man. Being shot would irritate me, not to mention putting holes in my coat."
-=-=-
After that you drop the information about blackmail on him and hand over a copy of Sia's drive. Quinn flips through some documents before noting that 'Tammy Roche' hasn't been processed yet, but one of the attorneys has made a motion for minimal bail—and that name happens to be the pissbaby she has information on. Quinn makes a call to the head federal District Attorney and comments that the two of them should get a late lunch.
"Went to the same law school, he was a year ahead of me." Calle comments after he hangs up, "Guy's kind of an asshole, but he's not stupid. I'll check this stuff out and let him know what's up with his people and they can get assigned to other things or find a different job. Either way it's not our problem after this."
The work on your cosmetic surg—alteration sideline is almost done as well. You're given copies of the agreements that people will be required to sign, and you're told that there is one bite already—a Hollywood starlet who survived breast cancer, but has had a double mastectomy. She had been considering breast implants, but landed a role in a movie and wouldn't have the time to recover. If you're okay with it, you could meet her in Brockton Bay, Boston, or New York some time next week. This would give you an A-list starlet in your pocket who would be talking you up, although she's apparently known as a raging bitch, and will probably 'ask' for more that just the boobjob. You wouldn't be making money on this one, but hopefully a good result would net you a lot more in new clients.
[X][Cosmetic] Agree, do it in Brockton Bay
-=-=-
"I have no problem with growing her a pair of breasts, but I'm completely serious about being extremely limited on how much flesh I can add—shifting it around is easier and better for her in the long run. Be very firm that she should just pig the fuck out for the next week. She can use the weight gain to fuel baby rumors or shill some lifestyle bullshit, but if she's as rail-thin as she is in this picture," you poke at the magazine cover Calle had given you, "she's not getting a pair of Ds like she's asking for unless I make her ass as flat as a board."
Quinn fiddles with his pen and lets out a soft laugh. "So doctor's orders are to eat nothing but fast food?"
You tap the side of your nose. "Yes, but no throwing it up and no nose candy to burn it off. If it helps, point out that every extra pound she puts on is another inch I can add to her breasts or buttocks." You pause, "Or hips, or lips or whatever. I'll warn you that I may have things come up next week, so while I should be available any day, the time of day might be booked."
-=-=-
Lunch with Janice Templeton is done in the baking room of Cafe Sofrito. You blur your face, alter your lips and skin color, and use your half mask as you both eat.
"So, what exactly needed this cloak-and-dagger stuff, Warlock?"
Taking a sip of your drink you sigh. "So if I say 'Coil', what do you think?"
"Eh, yet another cape who's screwing around in the drug trade. Not nearly as impressive as a follow up to your Merchant capture," she flicks a hand dismissively.
You lean your elbows on the table you raised from the floor and give a toothy grin. "Wrong! Well, you are correct, he does deal drugs, but he also has multiple groups of mercenaries, is spying on capes from all the gangs and the Protectorate, and has like a half-dozen moles in the PRT."
Templeton drops her fork and rubs the heels of her hands in her eyes. "Jesus fuck. How in the hell…"
You spin her the same general story that you told Crystal, although you play up James as 'Crystal's boyfriend' and also a friend of yours. You're glad you had her eat for a while before you dropped the information on her, because Janice seems to have lost her appetite when you get done. She's going over scenarios in her head trying to scrape together enough forces to deal with up to a hundred-and-fifty bodies without letting anyone get wind of what's going on and failing.
"Fuck. If you give me the moles' names I can try to keep them out of the loop, but it wouldn't last long before they overheard something, I'm sure. What's worse is that we don't have the space to hold more than like a dozen more people in our cells, and the local jail's pretty tapped out as well. Is there any way you can monitor Coil until next week? We'll have some space freed up Thursday, and hopefully more will go to a regional jail over the weekend. I could schedule a readiness check one of the days next week and turn it in to another capture." Her fingers run through the grey streak along the left side of her head. "And no matter how this turns out, Piggot's going to stick her nose in. With officers being turned she's going to flip her shit until you've signed NDAs. I'll need to call in the Protectorate as well, Armsmaster will be all over those laser rifles trying to figure out who made them."
[X][PRT] Yeah, you'll hold off, but dose him with Deep Web
-=-=-
"Dammit, Janet."
Janice gives you a flat stare. "How droll. Seriously, can you hold him off until next week?"
"Hold him off? " you scoff. "Yeah, but rather than have a mask-pulling Scooby-Do reveal I'm gonna make the guy flip his shit and reveal himself. When will you know when you'll have the space available?"
Taking a sip of her drink, Janice flips through her phone and is doing some guesstimation. "I'll check in with you Friday with something resembling a timeline. Maybe Tuesday?"
"That's probably doable. I've got some shit happening next week and knowing a definite day would be helpful."
"Hot date?"
Conjuring sparkles in the air you give the PRT officer some jazz hands. "Work related, actually."
You watch Janet mouth 'work related' and shake her head. "Capes," she sighs.
-=-=-
You take the time in the afternoon to do a bit of reading on curses, especially Fiendfyre. Not that you feel ready to test the spell out quite yet, but you do test a few other curses, including the purple flame curse that Dolohov used in the Department of Mysteries, and the good old fanon 'ribbon cutter', which ends up being more like whipping around a monomolecular chainsaw and causes you to do a lot of repair work.
In between periods of spell practice, you pull up Amy's capefixxx.net account and browse her stories. Well, actually, her favorites are pretty illuminating as well, with her older favorites skewing heavily in the girls' love direction, and the last month or so becoming more all-over-the-place. She even favorited a Warlock/Gallant fic two weeks ago that involved such impossible dude sex that you're not sure magic would make it possible.
The stuff she's written, especially recently, whoo boy. There's the series where she's the Queen of the World and you are her ever-loyal consort and lover. That has a fair number of favorites and some skimming tells you that the sex scenes are… almost Victorian in their wording. There is a lot about your 'turgid maleness' and the 'flower of her femininity'. The 'petals of her womanhood' shine with 'dew'. If you didn't know better, you'd think the scenes were describing erotic gardening. Even the most recent update is pre-Amy-touching-you, maybe things just weren't… real… maybe to her.
A more recent story from Thursday with a couple of chapters involves a cape high school AU where you're actually a student teacher and you and goth-Panacea are having a torrid affair in a janitor's closet by the second half of the first chapter. She's gotten into her stride now, because your 'enormous bitchbreaker' is 'taming' her self-insert, and a second chapter is given almost completely over to a lovingly-described bondage session at Warlock's 'lair-like apartment.' L O fuckin' L.
The most recent story was actually first posted Sunday night with a second chapter this morning, and has 'John 'Warlock' Williams' and 'Amelia 'Panacea' Smith' be the only two survivors of a crashed colony ship on a new world. With their techno-magical nanomachine-based powers they've established a homestead in the space of a few scant paragraphs and Amelia is already telling John that they need to 'do their duty' to populate this world. Your curiosity makes you do a search for 'breed' or 'bred' and it shows up over thirty times in ten thousand words worth of smut. Panacea's womb is 'fertile', and after Warlock knocks her up with his 'potent seed' the very next day she knows she's pregnant and her breasts swell with milk. That's… she knows better, so you chalk it up to yet another fetish of hers. Maybe you should see if there's a wet-nurse charm in your library somewhere….
Still, you almost feel like you need to give the girl a couple of non-dick related orgasms to take the edge off. Fucking her might just make her worse in the short term.
[X][Fanfic] Write a porny fic of your own and send it to Amy
-=-=-
After dinner with Crystal you send her links to Amy's capefixxx account, then sit down at your (stolen) laptop and crack your knuckles. Before you've written more than two words a soft litany of 'what the fuck' starts sounding from next to you where you're both sitting on your bed.
You decide to write the companion piece to 'Cascadia High', the high school AU. The extended bondage scene in the second chapter involves such incredible, boundary-breaking kink as blindfolds, handcuffs, and (shockingly) spanking. That's not to say that there's a problem with any of that, just that for someone writing about kinky bondage that it wasn't very kinky. Or bondage-y. Seriously, not even the cliche 'tying the girl spread-eagle to the bedposts'? You're not going to touch on the bondage part in your response chapter, but you're gonna learn a thing or two about pacing and anticipation.
Starting from the next morning where Gothacea wakes up in Warlock's bed you write from the teacher-cape's perspective as he carries the girl into his spacious bathroom and lavishes attention on her body in the shower, including a few lines about how he 'ran his fingers over her puckered little rosebud'.
Crystal breaks your train of thought with a fit of the giggles as she reads some of the queen stuff out loud. Of course, trying to talk like a pirate while she says 'and he plundered her depths' doesn't help her keep a straight face at all.
You go back to your writing and talk about how after they're clean he bends her over the vanity and shows her the buttplug with the stylized symbol on the end that she'll be wearing in school.
Unfortunately Crystal has now found the high school AU and is laughing and mocking her idea of bondage. You give her a shoulder nudge and she looks up from her tablet. "What?"
"Don't laugh at Amy's cluelessness at shit like that. How much experience do you have with bondage?"
She does look a bit abashed. "Not that much, but still. Are you saying you know more than me?"
Keeping the smirk that wants to peek out under wraps you hum. "Yep. Want a quick refresher course, 'Mistress Crystal'?"
It's amusing watching her nose stick up in the air as she tries to look down at you. "Yes!"
With a flick of your fingers Crystal is stripped down to the lacy, see-through underwear that Aelfie had found, and a targeted incarcerous has her arms bound behind her and further linked to her ankles. None of the conjured ropes are super tight, but they're more than enough to hold her as she twitches against them.
Floating your girlfriend upright in front of you, you stick a hand under her chin and bring her eyes up to meet yours. "Amy's written quite a lot, and I think you need to review it all, so you'll do it kneeling on the floor." You conjure a fairly slim buttplug and dildo and hit them both with animation charms—not as good as the fancy one Amy swiped, but perfectly suitable for temporary play. "You are not allowed to cum until I say so. If you do, everything stops and there's no more play." Holding up the toys you continue, "As I am a wonderfully kind man, you can choose one, the other, or both to assist you while you continue your literary endeavors."
Crystal's sky-blue eyes flick between the sex toys and your face a couple of times. Peeking in her head she's confused and curious, but totally willing to play along. "Uhh… as long as you're gentle, both."
You tut disapprovingly, "I should be addressed properly, girl."
Her mind immediately jumps to 'master', then shies away and offers up 'sir' before something clicks in her head. She lowers her head slightly and looks up at you through her long lashes. "Yes… my lord."
There's no stopping the pleased rumble from your throat. "God, you are a treasure, my dear." Nuzzling her neck you begin to murmur information to her as you lube up the vibrator and pull her panties to the side. "'Yellow' means to slow down, things are getting to be too much, 'green' means things are okay and to continue." Vibrator placed, you pick up the buttplug in one hand and gently ease a finger inside her rosebud to cast the lubrication spell. You lean back and watch her face as you slowly, carefully, inch the plug into her previously-unexplored backdoor. "Red means 'stop now' and I will vanish all of the ropes and toys immediately. It is perfectly okay to decide to stop, if you feel you're done or this is too much, then please tell me. Do you understand?"
Wiggling a bit, Crystal's eyes focus on you again. "Yes, I understand," she wets her lips and gives you an aroused smile, "my lord."
"Lovely, my dear." You conjure a soft pillow for her to kneel on that places her at a good height at edge of the bed, arrange her tablet so she can see it, and animate both toys to start a gentle vibration. You pretend to turn back to your writing for a moment while Crystal collects herself. It's almost a minute before she speaks.
"My lord?"
"Hrm?"
"How do-how am I supposed to use the tablet?"
You give her disappointed look. "With your nose, of course. Your hands are bound!"
Crystal blinks a couple of times before looking back at the screen and leaning forward to try and click a link. Through your connection to her you feel how the toys shift inside her and tweak the vibration up for just a moment. With a yelp, she faceplants softly into the comforter before struggling upright. You assist by causing the vibrator to thrust shallowly as well. For some strange reason this doesn't seem to make it easier, but a few moments of additional struggle get her back upright and she carefully clicks on the next story. Once she starts reading you pet her hair and start the plug on a complementary rhythm with the vibrator.
Turning back to your writing, you finally get stuck in to it. You cover how Gothacea can feel the plug from her master with every step she takes down the hallways, and how, with the tiny lace panties and skirt that 'master Warlock' demanded, every time she sits down the plug pushes deeper and reminds her that he's going to claim her 'completely'
During his class they're editing papers and she is called up to go over her rough draft. Sitting next to her secret lover in front of her entire class Warlock makes casual conversation about word choices and run-on sentences as he sneaks a hand between her legs and brushes lightly over her panty-covered mound.
Next to you Crystal has switched to reading one of Amy's favorited stories. That one is blatant New Wave porn with only the barest attempt at name changes, like Vicky being 'Vera'. Apparently there's a chapter given over to 'Cindy', 'Alice', and 'Vera' having no-holes-barred lesbian sex, including multiple double-ended dildo action and lots of talk about grinding faces into cunts. You change the animation charms to ramp up in intensity over the next couple of minutes and go back to your work.
Back in the hallways of Cascadia High around lunchtime, Gothacea gets pulled into the janitor's closet again. She's brought to her knees as the buttplug is revealed to be remote-controlled and it is set on high. The pleasure from her ass is matched only by her awe as her older lover frees himself from his pants and drapes his 'enormous bitch-breaking cock' over her face. Using his belt he ties her wrists and forces her to deepthroat him, fucking her face while he alternately praises her oral skills and calls her a dirty little whore. Warlock unloads down her throat before gently cleaning her face—except for a few streaks of her mascara, which she's told to leave alone. Reclaiming his belt, she's made to press her hands again the wall as he brings her to the edge of orgasm again and again until the class bell rings. The poor girl is left with instructions that if she wants to cum she'll be 'in position' in his room after school lets out.
Petting your girlfriend's hair as she trembles and tries not to cum as she reads her cousin's most recent desire to be bred by you, you slow the thrusting down a bit to let her relax for a moment. "Still green, dear?"
Crystal tilts her head up and kisses your palm and nuzzles against your hand. "Green, my lord."
"Good girl. Let me finish this and we can continue."
Gothacea wonders about her instructions in her afternoon classes, but as the final bell sounds she has an epiphany and walks into her lover's classroom, stripping as the door closes behind her, ending with her skimpy panties hitting the floor as she climbs on his desk and presses her face against the wood, her ass arched up in the air showing the mark of his ownership.
The chapter ends as she feels Warlock behind her, the head of his cock nudging her 'dripping, fertile pussy.' You feel the cliffhanger will play really well with Amy.
Speaking of playing though, Crystal is playing right along the ragged edge of cumming and fighting it with all her might. You switch your underwear out with nothing and swing your legs over the end of the bed. "You've done good, sweetheart."
Breathing heavily, Crystal lifts glassy eyes to yours and back down to your cock as you slide over to place her between your legs. She leans forward almost touching you before she manages to find her voice. "M-May I, my lord?"
At your agreement she forgoes any slow buildup and quickly sucks you down as far as possible, lodging you in her throat. You run your fingers through her hair and murmur soft words down to her about how she's a good girl. "Get me nice and wet baby, I'm going to fuck you."
Shaking her head (with you still in her throat) you girlfriend pulls back and looks up at you wild-eyed. "No my lord," she pants, and you can feel her lost in fantasy in her head, "I want you to cum in my mouth first."
You groan as your hand fists in her long blonde locks and you tug her forward, "As my lady wishes." You slide into her throat again with a wet gluck and she does her best to exceed Susan's skill. It's only a few short minutes later that you're whispering her name as she swallows greedily, her eyes closed as she struggles not to cum as well.
With a burst of magic she floats onto the bed, laying with her ass up and the gusset of her panties soaked with her arousal. You pull her panties to the side and remove the vibrator and vanish it, then fasten your fingers around the base of the plug.
"Leave it in." Crystal pants. "…my lord!" she adds with a yelp as you swat her ass.
You ramp up the vibration as you line yourself up with her dripping cunt and slide yourself in until your abs press against her ass. Crystal's toes curl and flex as she desperately tries to keep from cumming. You start thrusting hard and don't hold back as you bottom out with every stroke—there's no reason to extend her torment, and the feeling of her fluttering around your length is exquisite. Crystal seems to be beyond words as she gives sharp cries at every thrust, but her mind is all pleasure.
Feeling her try to pull herself back from the ragged edge you give her another spank and whisper the words she's been hoping for. "Cum for me, Crys."
Magical ropes flex as seemingly every muscle in her body locks up tight as she cums. Right as she relaxes, you loose a magically-charged burst of your essence that sends her off on another climax.
Vanishing the ropes and banishing her underwear off, you pull her into your arms and kiss her forehead. You may have used a bit too much magic, or maybe the bondage and play just flicked the right switches, because your girlfriend continues to twitch a bit as you card your fingers through her hair and gently scratch at her scalp.
It's a couple of minutes before she finally seems to come back to you. "You okay, baby?"
You can feel her smile against your neck. "That. Was. Fucking. Awesome."
Running a hand down her back, she feels almost liquid against you. "You did beautifully, my dear."
After some cuddles and cookies, you pick your lover up and carry her into the shower. "You ready for the plug to go?" At her nod you vanish it and smirk at the faces she makes at the loss, "So did it make the experience better, worse?"
Crystal gropes her own ass as she shakes her hips. "It wasn't as weird as I thought it might be." At your raised eyebrows she continues, "I'm totally not ready for anything like that—" she puts a hand on your cock and wiggles it—"to go anywhere near my poor little butthole though."
Hearing her say 'butthole' apparently tickles you just right because you laugh at her and then laugh harder when she pouts at you. "I could try searching for some spells that would help as well, but there's no hurry on any of it. You do what you feel comfortable with, and we can always use the whole red/yellow/green thing when it comes to bedroom activities. Cool?"
"Cool."
Back in bed, you hand over your chapter for Crystal to look over and watch with interest as a flush creeps down her chest. The double thumbs-up she gives you makes you chuckle as she puts the pad down and you gather her to you. "When're you going to send that to Amy?"
"She texted today about healing at some different place tomorrow—still part of Brockton General, but like their physical therapy place or something. I figured I'd text her a link right after we finish, especially if I can get her riled up beforehand."
Turning around in your embrace just the right way to give you a face full of hair, Crystal laughs and then kisses you. "You're horrible, and I like it."