Pansy was growing devastatingly bored. Neville had been in the danger shed for hours now. Hours without his attention, without his heated looks, without his hands.
She was growing antsy, fidgety, achy, and this would just not do. She had promised to wait for him to finish his task, had promised to be patient. Pansy wasn’t a patient woman, not when she was younger and certainly not now. Which is probably why Neville made her make this promise, she knew if she broke her promise there would be a lesson to learn. However, she did so love her husband's lessons. Making up her mind she marched her way out to the greenhouse her husband was currently working in.
She found him in greenhouse number 4, the greenhouse that housed all of his most deadly flora. He was there dressed in his dragonhide robes and gloves, his heavy boots on his feet, and his goggles on his face.
She did not enter the greenhouse fully, she was wanting attention, not suicidal. No, she stood in the doorway and waited for her wizard to notice her (neither would she endanger him by rapidly pulling his attention from whatever he was working on, the consequences of that action could be deadly)
So, like the good girl she was, she stood and she waited quietly.
It only took Neville about a minute to realize she was there, he was close enough to the door that he could smell her jasmine and sandalwood perfume easily enough.
But, he had already nicely asked her to wait for him to complete this task. He knew his wife was greedy with her affection, knew this task of waiting would be difficult for her. He had found himself wanting her to fail, had spent his time working thinking about the punishments he would give to her for this misstep. She had thankfully given him enough time to properly come up with a beautiful plan.
With that in mind, once his task was finished he slowly turned around to face his wife. Even after ten years together she still took his breath away, her many hours in her yoga lessons leaving her body tight and taut and utterly delectable.
Walking to his wife he noticed the smirk growing on her face, thinking that she had won. That she was finally getting the attention she so desperately craved.
Wordlessly he conjured the chair he had designed during his time in the greenhouse. Setting it silently behind her so that she wouldn’t know what was coming.
The chair in question was not your typical chair, the seat of it was narrow, the legs spread enough so that she would be open and bare to him. The narrowness of the seat and distance of the legs left him room to feast when he wanted to. The back of the chair was equally as abnormal as the seat, two extensions jutting out from either side of the back, ensuring that her arms would be locked away and useless to her also. And finally, there was the headrest on the back of the chair. The whole thing was designed so that she would not be able to move a muscle, would be completely frozen and ready for him to use as he saw fit.
Just as he’d imagined.
Her smirk grew as he got closer, he allowed a smirk to grace his own face before he gently pushed her into the chair, quickly conjuring the chains to wrap her arms and legs before he conjured silk to wrap around her forehead, locking her to the head rest. Next was the gag that went into her mouth and pushed the gorgeous lips of hers out. Lips that were so pretty when they were painted her signature red and locked around his cock.
He began growing hard already, and he hadn’t even truly begun her punishment yet.
Finally he vanished her clothes, leaving her bare, spread, silent, secured, and ready for his ministrations.
The only thing left on her besides the silk and chains was her day collar, the symbol that she was completely, devotedly, unquestionably his.
His smile grew, just as his cock did. He so loved seeing her so helpless.
He walked forward, running a finger down her cheek, moving it to outline her lips. He felt her shudder, he watched her legs attempt to close themselves so that she may receive reprieve from the ache he knew was rapidly growing.
He could see the wetness spreading at her apex, he’d barely touched her and yet the knowledge of what was to come was making her gush. For him. Always only for him.
“Did my princess need attention? Could she just not help herself and wait for me to finish like I so kindly asked her to?”
She blinked twice, their pre-agreed upon method for answering for when she found herself unable to speak.
Neville chuckled “Oh princess, you only had to wait another 5 minutes until I was done. You’re so greedy for me that you couldn’t even wait five more minutes could you?”
As he talked his hand drifted down to her neck, over her collar bone, down her chest, to her nipple. He pinched the nipple between his thumb and finger and he finished his question, watched as her eyes fluttered close in pleasure. He heard the moan through the gag.
So responsive his witch was.
“Well, since my princess decided she couldn’t wait any longer, she’ll just have to join me in greenhouse 1 where I will continue to work, and she’ll have no choice but to sit and watch like the good girl I know she can be”
He watched another shiver run through her body as he levitated her and started walking towards the other greenhouse.
Once there he set her in the middle of the walkway, none of the plants in here were dangerous. All quite tame actually. And some were easy to, persuade so to say, to follow his commands. Perfect for what he wanted to do.
He stood in front of his beautiful wife and removed his goggles, gloves, outer robes, and finally his shirt.
Pansy sat and watched her husband with hooded eyes. He was a glorious specimen of what a Wizard should look like, tall, broad shoulders, arms thick and defined by years of working the greenhouses and fields that surrounded their cottage.
Admittedly this new creation wasn’t what she had in mind for attention when she walked out to greenhouse 4, she was elated with this unexpected turn to her plans though.
So focused on her husbands bare torso was she that she didn’t notice the vines he had charmed climbing toward her. Not until she felt them climbing up her legs. The feel of them, tickling her in such a delicious way, as they slowly crawled up her legs. Tightening her further to the legs of the deliciously devious chair her husband had designed.
Higher and higher they climbed, getting closer and closer to the spot she so desperately needed touched.
She felt more than she watched them completely ignore the spot she wanted them to go the most and climb up her torso. They finally stopped growing at her nipples, wrapping themselves around the peaks that were already stiff.
Squeezing.
Releasing.
Pulling.
Releasing.
Switching from cushioned back to their normal texture.
He must have shot a lubrication spell at them for soon she felt the moisture join the cacophony of senses.
It was glorious torture, she was going to come soon simply from some nipple play.
Neville stood back and watched his wife attempt to writhe, listened to her beautiful moans and whimpers, her eyes fluttering open and closed repeatedly. He knew she was close and he just couldn’t allow her to reach her peak just yet.
She still had a lesson to learn, one of patience.
So he pulled the vines back. He pulled another vine up, cast an engorging on the tip, and sent it towards his wife.
He had truly intended to do some sort of actual work in here while his plants played with his wife, but she was just too beautiful, too enticing, to look away from right now.
The roots that were already wrapped around her legs, he sent those ones to her cunt. With the cushioning spells on, he had them playing with the opening, dipping inside briefly, enough to give her pleasure but not enough to give her what she truly wanted.
Her whimpers were turning to muffled beggings now.
He would ignore her begging, until her pretty face was tracked with tear marks he would ignore her begging.
As the thickened root got closer and closer to his wife’s gorgeous cunt, he called another one up. He kept this one skinny for now, he would engorgio it sporadically once he placed it where it belonged.
The thickened vine had almost reached its goal, the other two already playing with her opened her wide. Neville paused the thickened vime before it entered her, staring into his wife’s wide open cunt. Glistening and dripping for him. He licked his lips once and then sent the root exactly where he wanted it to.
Pansy gasped into her gag, the feeling of fullness finally coming to her. She was so close, so so close, all he had to do was move the vine slightly, just a couple of pumps and she would be left a sobbing mess.
But of course he wouldn’t do that, once the vine was firmly placed in her pussy it froze.
She almost sobbed with want.
The vine that had originally tortured her nipples returned to their ministrations.
The root in her pussy was still frozen.
She felt a new one now, dripping in lubricant, pushing into her ass. She froze
“Relax princess, you know if you relax it’s easier. Do you need a break?”
She blinked once, her non verbal answer for no.
“That’s good princess, now just relax for me ok?”
She took a deep breath in through her nose and let it back out, letting all her muscles relax on the exhale.
The vine at her ass slowly worked its way inside, still very thin. She knew, from experience, that it would not stay thin once it was inside.
“Pansy, Pansy look at me”
Her eyes shot open and to Neville, who had his pants undone and his cock in his hand. Beads of precut forming on his tip. He was slowly stroking his hand up and down the length.
“That’s my girl, keep your eyes on me yea?” Neville said before he slowly started walking toward her.
Pansys excitement shot up tenfold knowing she was finally going to get her hands on him.
Neville stopped right in front of her, he saw the excitement in her eyes, knew that she thought she was finally going to get his hands on her just as she wanted. He couldn’t help but chuckle at her delusions.
With a flick of his wand he flattened the chair, turning it into a table and leaving his wife laid out like a feast.
She squealed at the sudden change but quickly readjusted to her new setting.
He slowly began growing the vine in her ass, stopping when her eyes widened, her sign that it was becoming too painful.
He left the vines playing with her nipples to continue, he left the vine in her pussy to remain still, he urged the vine in her ass to start moving.
She let out such a glorious moan. Her eyes were just starting to water, not too long now and she would be the sobbing mess he so wanted her to be.
Pansy stared up at her husband, pleading with her eyes to let her come. Let this torture end. He only stared back down at her with a sinister smirk. She felt the vine in her ass pumping in and out, the only movement she was permitted in her lower half. The vines on her nipples had now stopped moving too, just holding a steady pressure on her tortured nipples.
“I’m going to pull this gag out, but I need your word you won’t speak. Can you do that for me princess? If you can stay silent I’ll give you a present”
She blinked her eyes twice in answer.
He removed the gag, her lips shivering from being forced open for so long. She did as he asked, she said no words. Although she truly couldn’t help the whimpers and moans that continued to release unbidended from her mouth.
After a minute or two she felt her head start lowering backwards. Neville still stood there slowly stroking his cock. Once he had decided her head was in a good position he walked so he was standing directly behind her. She knew the present she was to be given. She almost broke her promise of silence with his giddiness. She briefly wondered what he would do if she spoke, almost wanting to see how far she could push him. Until her pussy walls fluttered around the unmoving thickness inside of her, reminding her of her need to orgasm.
Neville fed his aching cock into her mouth, throwing his head back on a moan when he reached her throat and she swallowed around him, his moan set off her moan. The taste of him alone was enough to cause hers, but that deep tenor of his, all because of her, just added to the bliss.
As he slowly moved his cock in and out of her mouth he allowed the vine in her pussy to start moving slowly as well. Finally.
Both vines were moving in tandem now, too slowly though. She needed to come, more than she needed her next breath she needed to come. She needed movement, fast and rough and hard.
Neville watched his wife’s face grow more and more tortured, watched the tears build in her eyes and then slowly start to fall down her face. Watched her mascara run with the tears causing streaks to appear on her face.
“Merlin you are so gorgeous when you cry for me princess, would you like to come now?”
Pansy answered by blinking furiously.
Neville chuckled before he started sliding his hand down her front, flipping his signet ring around before he reached her clit. Once he reached her he activated the vibration charm he had set on the ring.
Pansy was overwhelmed by the sudden movement, both roots were now pounding into her, her husband's ring vibrating so violently she feared she would be torn apart.
It didn’t take long at all, going from barely any sensation to all the sensations, before her fear came to realization.
It started in her groin, that heat, the spark. And it seemed as soon as it started she exploded. There was no gentle spreading of the warmth this time, no comforting and slow release. No, it was as if he had set a bombarda maxima onto her, so severe was the orgasm. Surely she was no longer in one piece, her vision had failed her, she briefly acknowledged the scream she let out around Neville’s cock. She could feel and taste his come pouring down her throat in thick streams. It was bliss, everything she could have dreamed of. She would never learn patience if he kept giving lessons like these.
Neville was almost as boneless as his wife, his orgasm had come over him so quickly, so severely, her scream the catalyst, he could almost believe she had sucked his soul out. He encouraged the vines to pull away from his wife’s body, and sent them back to their plants. He released the chains and silk from her before he gathered her to him.
Moving a piece of hair from her forehead he asked “Was that good princess? Are you satisfied?” At her lazy nod he continued “How about we get you some water now, and I’ll draw up a nice bath for both of us to relax in, that sound good yea?”
Another lazy nod from Pansy.
He knew she was satiated for now, he also knew she would continue to push boundaries every chance she got. He utterly adored the brat that his wife truly was.
As they made their way back into the cottage for their bath they both had the same thought, simultaneously, ‘I’m so fucking lucky to have found you’