Chapter 3
Oftentimes as a young wizard he had invoked the wrath of his Babushka. His parents were dead and it was left to her to raise her only son's child. Being a little older meant she had strange ways of punishing him for his wrongdoings. She also made sure he was raised aware of their climate and drilled into him how to survive with or without magic in such hard terrain. He smirked to himself as he remembered her helping him to seal off the attic and turn it into his own little safe haven. He realized now that by doing so, she also was giving and creating time for herself where he would leave her the fuck alone. Two owls, one stone. He was able to be alone and read his books, she was able to be alone and read her books. Both in peace, away from each other's throats.
That is how he found himself slowly finding all of the just graspable spots in between the logs of the cabin, quietly climbing the side of his home to the roof where the outside access was to his teenage hideaway. Once on the roof, Antonin cast a silencing charm on his feet to stop his footsteps from carrying. Crossing to the shingle right beside the chimney, tapping it three times with his wand and smirking as the solid shingles and roof grew hinges and a latch. Lifting by the latch enough he could crawl into the hidden room, Antonin chuckled at how spotless the space was, considering what or how this space kept so clean when it was an illegal undetectable extension made his brow crease. From the inside Antonin re-tapped the wood of the hidden door so it would be hidden away again and started to investigate why an attic would have no dust.
Finding nothing with his eyes the wizard sat down on the floor and began to meditate. Antonin knew if he calmed himself he could reach his magic out and around to feel for other magic signatures around him. The magic didn't spread very far but was always useful if you could find a mark of another witch or wizard. Problem was, Antonin didn't find any. Pushing a little harder to extend his magic throughout the house, Antonin discovered the only magical signatures he found were his. But the little vixen downstairs was dripping with magic, yet had not used even a simple heating charm. Weird. Maybe she was a prisoner? She definitely had more than enough magic to be dangerous if she wanted. He had noticed almost a fog of magic around the house, however soon became distracted as he found himself rerunning his magic over hers once or twice more than he needed to. She felt hot and wet to the touch. Unable to stop himself, the wizard passed over her magic again, this time without thinking.
Suddenly he was ripped from feeling around with magic at the sound of a moan. A moan from downstairs. A moan that made his heart beat quicken. His brain whirling, no way she could feel him brush her magic with his. Could she? An interesting idea, Antonin spent a few moments wracking his brain trying to remember just what kind of effects rubbing your magic against someone else's could cause. He had been just young when his babushka sat him down for the first time to practice feeling through spaces with his magic. Unable to remember the exact information he wanted, he figured he'd find out first hand.
He closed his eyes again, reaching out with his magic made him exhausted, pushing his magic to extend further usually caused him to crash hard for eight to twelve hours. What he discovered was that if he could hear her moan again he would happily sleep an entire day. As he pushed his magic to find hers he realized she was moving upstairs to his bedroom. Where the other hideaway access was, maybe he could pet her magic a few more times and she would at the very least crawl into his bed horny. He could feel her magic in his room, reaching out to it he let his magic glide across hers like a lover, imagining it was his tongue sliding up the slit between her thighs. He heard her gasp and let out a breathy "Fuck me that's intense". Antonin found himself smirking as he did it a few more times, on the last pass he made sure to grind his magic against hers hard enough to hurt a little. A little squeal of surprise sounded from below and he had to stop himself from laughing. She was responding and liking his magic petting hers. He heard the tell tale springs of his bed and quickly called his magic back so he could try something else.
Dolohov was known for being trouble during his years at Hogwarts, and the dark lord had pursued him for his creativity and skill with curses and wards. Dolohov was used to getting what he wanted, so when he turned a square of his floor into a window he could see through, but would look no different from the other side he couldn't help but smirk. The little house coat was gone from her soft frame, just the lacy bra top and tiny shorts still existed. Walking over to the brick of the chimney, Dolohov whispered a charm to make the fire hotter. If he slowly increased the temperature of his room, surely she would strip. Heat rising and all that to the top floor would soon have her sweating. What Antonin failed to notice was the ghost of a purple mark starting to stretch across her sternum, slowly growing up between her breasts to nestle beside her heart, and stretching down across to her right hip.
Vicki
She wasn't exactly sure what kind of new side effect this was from the dragon pox but she had never felt something so pleasurable before without the help of an orgasm. She couldn't help the explicit murmurs passing her lips. Vicki soon found herself experiencing the sensation three or four more times before she couldn't handle the throb between her thighs anymore. It definitely felt like someone was licking her slit. Forgetting the woodstove and lights she quickly made an escape to the bedroom. Dropping her silky housecoat onto the hook on the door, and kicking off her moccasins she skidded to a halt. The throbbing in her no longer felt like a soft petting. Suddenly a hard brush of what felt like magic against her chest caused her to ache like nothing she'd even felt before. A surprised squeal passed her lips and her thoughts about it feeling like magic slipped her mind as she had images of being spanked hard flooding her brain. Vicki dropped herself into the warm and solid bed. Hmmmm, not a pillow top! Finding herself already warm, Vicki opted to lay on top of the blankets for now. Figuring she was going to need a shower soon anyways if her body kept its train of thought on pleasure. What was going on with her.
Antonin
He couldn't help himself. She was so beautiful and splayed out for him half naked in his bed. All rational thoughts gone, Antonin decided that continuing to rub his magic against her wasn't enough. It had been a few months since the last time he had projected his thoughts into someone else's mind, a form of legilimens that was harder to detect but was also a lot harder to learn. Not many had been able to please the dark lord, this had granted Antonin a bit more respect from Voldemort as he was thrilled with the persuasive results it had. Antonin shook his head to rid himself of thoughts about the snake eyed fucker. There was an incredibly responsive witch in his bed he was going to convince into putting on a show.
Antonin took a few deep breaths to center himself and spoke low and calm in his mind "its incredibly warm in here, its ok to sleep naked", pushing the thought through the air and into the center of the vixens head. He watched her eyebrows tweak in confusion, and then she smiled, stood up and shucked off the sinful items she called clothing. The ease of which she accepted his thoughts shocked him, something he would need to consider when his brain worked proper. Flopping back into the bed she found herself spreading her legs and arching her back. Antonin gave a dark chuckle at how easy this witch was taking his suggestions, realizing he was starting to loose his energy from all of his antics he reminded himself to stay on task. "It's very cute when I play with my nipples, I'm very horny and having an orgasm will solve that" he pushed hard with that thought. He knew she would hear his suggestions in his voice, not her own. The intent and power behind the command needed to be intense, if he didn't mask the demand with a soft voice and flattering words it might scare her into realizing it's not her in her own head.
He shook his head when she giggled softly and took his suggestion. She had arched her back just so that the light caught the purple mark starting to darken on her skin, Dolohov paused his own ministrations of undoing his belt when he saw it. There was no way to be sure, but he knew the colors of his magic anywhere, including on the pale white flawless skin of the plump vixen currently pinching her nipples in his bed. His face dropped, maybe it had been there all along. His worries died when he realized the scar must be a pre-existing one, as he hadn't done anything to lose a piece of his magic to her. Plus he thought in as happy of a tone as he could, that mark was only purple, no Grey mixed in. Dolohov was bothered by the mark, this witch I'm his bed was pulling all of his attention so quickly. Brushing his thoughts aside, Antonin smirked and continued watching the witch while his eyes grew heavy. Freeing his own cock from his trousers, Antonin saw no shame in joining her in her encouraged fun. Barely able to understand what was happening as she ran her hand down the purple mark and his release was pulled from his body violently. Unable to keep his eyes open any longer, Antonin slumped against the floor with a soft thud. The last thoughts being those of panic as the reality of what he had done sunk in. A flash of babushka lecturing him slammed into his mind as exhaustion won the battle with his consciousness.
Vicki
Rubbing the skin between her breast to her stomach had caused her to orgasm. Hard. Which was new. Very new. She vaguely became aware that she was extremely hot and the house felt sticky with heat. Grabbing her short housecoat off the hook she made her way to the shower across the hall. Once the steam started and she knew the shower was hot, Vicki hopped into the shower to wash off. Humming to herself as she dried off, the steam stopping her from seeing her own reflection. The now deep purple marking went unseen as Vicki was thinking to herself about the dark and mysterious voice she had imagined instructing her to touch herself earlier. Deep in thought and daydreaming about what she might picture this man to look like in her head, the witch completely missed how Bass was sitting perched on the top of a book shelf staring at the ceiling angrily. Her familiar she called Lilith was an absolutely adorable blue heeler that was much too intelligent and also a bed hog was already snuggled into the pillows watching bass. The witch threw her hair into a bun on the top of her head and hung her towel before climbing into the bed naked. It really was warm in the cabin was the last thought she had as she fell asleep.