I was quietly humming a simple melody to myself, trying to distract myself and drawing bloody runes with my finger in my own blood. A calming activity, by the way, if not for one small but impressive BUT. This time I had to draw runes on a nice warm girl's body, so the lion's share of my concentration was not quite where it should be.
No, I am not sacrificing anyone, as one might think, knowing my reputation, and in general - I am engaged in an exclusively good and useful deed (from my point of view, of course), which would be best described by the word "retribution" or "justice". Sounds good, huh? Almost righteously religious. And what, in a sense, we also have a ritual in full swing here. However, I did not bring a censer.
A whole week has passed since the uninvited guest dropped by my house, and now we have collected the missing elements and reagents for the ritual and started preparing.
More precisely, I collected everything, having almost completely emptied my reserves for a rainy day, but we actually started preparing together, because both girls understood something about the simplest rituals, so they could really help with some things. Otherwise, the matter would have dragged on for much longer. And that's bad. If Felicity was being watched from time to time, they could have noticed something was wrong and dropped by our place, with all the consequences that entails. Of course, no one would monitor her every day, for years on end, but rare checks from afar are quite possible. I don't have a Fidelius at the base, so there are a million and one ways to find her. But the risk was worth it, yes, definitely worth it.
So what does a naked body have to do with it, you might think? Well, Felicity, Caroline and I will be taking part in the ritual, and the thing is that for better conductivity of magic we needed to apply runes of connection between each other on our naked bodies. With each other's blood, for a better, so to speak, connection. I feel like a magical Elon Musk with his analogue of Starlink. (P.S. I know that he is a businessman, not a top inventor, that's the point, because Amos also did not invent this method, but simply uses it for his own benefit, skimming the cream)
Now I apply it to Felicity, and she to me. Before that, Caroline applied it to me, and I myself did the same trick with Carol. Was it awkward? Oh yes, very much so. But nice.
And if with Felicity I only pretended that I was trying not to look, but in fact I studied everything very carefully and remembered it in order to remember it with warmth at my leisure, thanks to Occlumency, then in the case of Caroline I was focused on the process of applying the runes and personally erased my memories of the beautiful flexible body of the young fiery-red witch... out of harm's way.
Well, screw it, friendship is friendship, it's all a lie that sex can't ruin friendship. I don't believe it! It's already unclear what to do with Felicity, who is throwing very predatory and unambiguous glances at me. I'm naked too. It seems that I've stumbled upon some kind of yandere subtype, also with a possessive complex.
And how pleasant it was when she ran her thin, cool and gentle fingers over my chest, shoulders and neck, Mmm. She did it especially in the most erotic and provocative way, enjoying my reaction. I may have kept my face like a brick, but my reaction to her actions from below was very clear, and I could not control my body with Occlumency as well as my mind. The wolf inside me demanded action, and it was very difficult to restrain my instincts. So her fluttering fingers became a really pleasant surprise for me and, at the same time, a test of strength and endurance. Of course, they were smeared in her blood...
In short, thanks to Occlumency, I mostly kept myself in check (fortunately - only figuratively), not allowing myself unnecessary advances in her direction, unlike some impudent witches. But I studied everything carefully and remembered, yes. I'm sure Felicity did too, because her gaze often glides over my athletic figure, for which she sometimes even took a step back, supposedly to examine her work from a distance. The excuse is so-so, because I'm sure it was not difficult for her to keep fairly simple rune chains and patterns in her head. I did the most difficult part myself, painting the ceiling, walls and floor.
In general, for now I preferred not to think about the prospects of starting a relationship with an obviously slightly crazy witch-killer, albeit very beautiful, and harboring an undisguised interest in me, which would clearly increase after a successful ritual, since her gratitude would be immeasurable. I would be surprised if this were not the case.
I cowardly left the problems for future Amos. Let his head hurt, and I have a very complex ritual here, by the way, in progress.
Cinder had good reasons and circumstances for killing her own kind, muggle-born witches and wizards, but it still makes me wary. It's good that she at least chose adult targets and didn't go after children. That would have been a bit too creepy even for me. I can't even imagine what's going on in her skull after the train called "life in magical Britain" ran over it, and I don't want to get into it at all. That armored train can grind you to dust, don't even doubt it. Our little red Hogwarts Express can't do that...
Caroline and Felicity had already managed to quarrel from the very beginning, pouring slop on each other out of nowhere in a purely feminine way and blowing my brains out at the same time. I still haven't fully understood the reason for such aggression on Cinder's part, although I guessed, because it was she who started the conflict. Cinder is Felicity's last name, by the way, which I learned when drawing up our magical contract and magical geises. I had to take the entire magical load from the geises on myself, fortunately, I am already quite strong magically. But it will be easier for me to bypass these restrictions if necessary. Felicity also knows this nuance, but she doesn't seem to care about it at all.
I think all she cares about now is getting her magic back and sweet revenge. The price has long ceased to bother her. The price, by the way, is not that big. I was not looking for a slave for myself, but a loyal, proactive and competent assistant. A strong witch. And after the ritual, she will clearly become a very strong witch.
By the way, it's very ironic, but my black luck quite clearly hinted to me and warned me about it, because if you think about it, the name Felicity means luck, but the word Cinder in English is ash or cinder. Black. Thus, we get a thick hint about black luck...
Yes, a smart thought comes later. I should have found out her last name back at the club, but somehow I didn't guess about such a nuance, and in general, who asks such questions in such a place and at such a time?
When the girls got into a verbal altercation, Caroline did not lag behind, going over Felicity's self-esteem in a very rude way, showering her with caustic comments and jokes when she learned the story of our acquaintance and how we even got to such a life.
And, naturally, she tried to talk me out of helping the brunette every time we were alone, but we already had a contract, so there was no way back. Well, there was, but I wasn't going to resort to it. Which infuriated Caroline even more.
She really doesn't like being called a slut, and it was with the words "Who is this red-haired slut?" that their acquaintance began. Yeah. Felicity refused to apologize, and I didn't want to push too hard. Well, screw it, getting involved in a girl's squabble is a recipe for disaster.
I hope they will make peace with time, because if I am right, then the whole conflict arose purely because of misunderstanding and the fact that Felicity considered her my girlfriend or lover, and Caroline, realizing that she was probably jealous, not only did not deny it, but also, as if by chance, hinted at her being right, purely out of spite. And so it began.
In short, their communication did not go well from the first day, but gradually the girls cooled down a little during the week of joint preparation for the most difficult counter-ritual, having learned to put up with each other's company and work together, simply ignoring each other.
This arrangement suited me for now, so I continued to hum a song, the words of which were born in my head by themselves in accordance with my mood, sometimes working with a thin enchanted brush when the situation required more subtle connections and small drawings.
On the young body,
A rune row is laid,
With a bloody line
All turning back.
In the darkness the pattern shines
With a half-living fire.
Destroying prohibitions,
We will begin the ritual.
The candle of the Moon will indicate,
What must be changed,
And a stroke will lie on the body,
Like a thread of a web.
And the brush, like a thin scalpel,
Will pass its circle more than once,
As in the shards of a mirror,
In the circle of its girlfriends.
The red blood will coagulate
And lock the light in itself,
The midnight sky will unfold back.
And instead of veins on the skin
Only runes in the black darkness,
And the power of time too
Will remain in the ashes.
Revenge by the black river
Carries the living to judgment.
Darkness will cover us with a cloak,
Curses await the enemies.
From dusk to dawn
On our side
All the magic of the planet
Both in reality and in dreams.
A moment of power will give us strength
For many years,
Midnight has already come,
Now, or never!
Only darkness and blood outside,
Everywhere and inside,
And fiery cold,
Up to the rays of dawn,
The power of magic is boundless,
The ritual is omnipotent,
Confidently, slowly
We will change the essence of the beginnings.
Reflection will replace
The original sample,
And the movement of time
Will finally return.
Opportunity is sharper than a knife,
The crimson face of the Moon,
Throwing caution aside,
Shines from above.
And in the magic streams
Ore flows like a stream,
Carrying out revenge for an eye,
We will begin the ritual...
"Have they told you that you are strange?" — despite her question, a peaceful and friendly smile played on Felicity's face. The girl stretched lazily, like a cat, from which I involuntarily licked my lips, admiring her slender, toned body. I shook my head and blinked. Oh, damn, is this definitely not some kind of hypnosis? Although no, I would have felt it. It's all fucking teenage hormones!
"Hmph!" said the girl, painting me naked with blood. I just chuckled, not taking her taunting seriously. "Who would talk like that?"
— Touche. Okay, I'm done. — The witch took a couple of steps back and meticulously examined my chest, shoulders and neck, painted with bloody runes. She walked around me, looking at the rune chains on my back and arms. Only my legs remained almost untouched, not counting the feet. — Excellent, I don't see any mistakes, — Felicity purred with obvious satisfaction from a job well done, returning to her place, allowing me to calmly finish my part of the work.
When I drew the runes on her cheeks, I'm ready to swear by magic, they turned red! And not from blood! Damn, I hope she's not one of those who gets off on the sight of blood, but she was just a little moved by this intimate moment when our faces were very close to each other. I clearly felt her frequent hot breath on my face. It smelled of cinnamon and mint.
Five minutes later, all three of us were fully prepared and were double-checking each other's work, spinning and twirling around three tall transfigured mirrors.
In dark rituals, you can only trust yourself completely, so I checked every rune, every curl and squiggle very carefully, but everything was in order. Although this is understandable, this is not the case when you can make changes to a complex ritual and get away with it.
In general, the ritual that was performed on Cinder was invented by an ancient master of magic, a couple of hundred years ago, who really wanted to get out of the shadow of his teacher, Nicholas Flamel, and also become an archmage. The guy had a fire plan. Create more autonomous energy pumps like Felicity - and release them into the world, slowly collecting magic. In this simple way, he decided to overcome his natural limitation and, having surpassed the limits, cunningly break through to the level of an archmage.
And he even succeeded, albeit not for long, but he became an archmage. He just didn't have time to brag to his teacher, though. Both Flamel and his students had plenty of enemies, and they watched each of them very carefully, waiting for them to make a mistake, not wanting to further expand the influence of the legendary alchemist and wizard. So they did not ignore this experiment of his favorite student and caught one of his "pumps", carefully sorting out the mechanism of operation.
As everyone already understood, they managed to develop their own counter-ritual, which was supposed to turn everything back, tearing all the powers out of the newly-minted archmage and transferring them to the conspirators.
Thus, in the one hundred and fiftieth year of his life, the newly-minted archmage stupidly died, forever entering history as a man who reached the level of an archmage and died on the same day due to his own stupidity and the intrigues of his envious people. The conspirators divided his power among themselves and ran off to do their own thing, disbanding their group of interests.
But they were not allowed to enjoy the fruits of their labors. They were all, one by one, caught and killed by Flamel and his students, who went through all the countries where the scattered killers of his dear student and comrade lived with fire and sword. The couple were from Britain, which explains the presence of this forbidden knowledge on the islands.
Apparently, the descendants of those smart guys decided to repeat the feat of their parents' sacrifice, only on a smaller scale. Probably. Maybe Felicity was not the only one, who knows... In short, they did not learn from their mistakes, so now they are waiting for retribution, because someone forgot a notebook with calculations for the counter-ritual in Hogwarts about a hundred years ago. And who exactly got their hands on it thanks to the help? Yeah, me. That's how I know about this ritual, and even know how to counter it. It's a pity I don't have the original ritual of the failed archmage on hand... But oh well, maybe it's for the best. If Merlin hadn't forbid, he wouldn't have kept his greed in check, and now he would have been in the place of those losers we've targeted today.
Haste and greed don't lead to a good end. I'll now demonstrate a clear example of the danger of this venture using the example of greedy officials and aristocrats who decided to cast a line into the Black Lake, but caught a kraken living there.
- Okay, let's get into our places, ten minutes' readiness. I'll check everything again. In five minutes we'll start singing the ritual aria, and we'll be finished exactly by midnight! - Having given the last instructions, I set an example for the others and stood in my place in the pentagram, once again running my gaze over the beautiful, even contours of the large-scale ritual. It occupied the entire floor, the ceiling, and there were even several stabilizing runes on the walls. Whatever anyone says, the sight was impressive. Runes, figures, and writings applied with blood laced with magic cannot be washed off or erased so easily, so I wasn't worried that we would trample the ritual, or that one awkward movement would smear the bloody runes on our bodies. Running water and a drop of special magic are needed here. The first ritual to create resistance to veritaserum will be performed, and immediately after it, the counter-ritual, with the help of which we will also transfer all the negative effects from the first ritual to our dear donors of magic, with the help of the second one in a row, he-he-he-he. A drop of voodoo magic, a drop of blood magic, a little bit of dark arts and a stable channel that Cinder formed with those geniuses from the magical world will provide us with the desired effect. I don't want to give up sweet tea. I'm British!
A wave of the magic wand and a non-verbal incendio lights a round dance of black candles around us, illuminating the ritual circle and our pale, serious faces painted with red lines with cold fire.
The girls took their positions in the magical formation and we joined hands, forming an open chain. The excess mana will go through Caroline into the circuit of the house's protective spells, powering a special surprise if guests come to visit.
Felicity will be the center of the ritual, for obvious reasons, taking on all the negative effects from the first ritual for me and Caroline, and I will be the one who conducts and controls the entire process from beginning to end. My black luck should insure us. Well, Caroline insures me and will take part of the load, not letting us burn out due to the huge volumes of mana that we will have to pass through ourselves. Yes, Carol, you could say, is generally resting, but she will get less power than we do.
Naturally, we still will not absorb all the mana, no matter how much we would like the opposite, but even ten percent of the total volume will be enough to jump in magical power by fifty percent from the current level. And this is a lot, because I am not a weak wizard.
Cinder will get her powers back with huge percentages, possibly becoming two or three times stronger than her former self, before she lost her magic. Maybe she will even catch up with me in pure magical power and the amount of mana available at one time. At the very least, she will not be inferior to Caroline, and this is already an indicator, since she also managed to strengthen herself, pumping out the powers of her victims with her succubus methods.
The first ritual went somehow even ordinary, simple and without surprises. Only Felicity winced, taking on a triple rollback, but this will not last long, soon she will pass all this goodness on, like a hot potato. Someone will clearly have a bad day today. More precisely, a night. If we catch someone with their ritual right during the performance of their marital duty. Ha, well, that will be funny.
But when the second planned ritual began, then all the most difficult and interesting began.
The massive flow of mana that poured into us like water from a faulty fire hydrant was hard to control and absorb, but we held on, clinging to this opportunity like drowning people to a life preserver. I felt my mana channels and reserves in general expand greatly under the pressure.
The feeling of euphoria and delight, close to multiple orgasms, covered me, arching me. Oh Magic! How good! Bitch, I hope I don't get hooked on such procedures. It's a pity, but this is clearly a one-time thing. After today's incident, no one will come within a cannon shot of the ritual that Fel was subjected to. Tonight will clearly be publicized.
The girls got it too, which caused muffled erotic sighs and gasps to be heard in the room. Brrr. Focus on the ritual, Amos, focus, and don't look at the arching female silhouettes, illuminated by the red glow of the ritual!
I myself also barely held back the roar-moan that was bursting out, tightly clenching my teeth, which again sharpened a little by themselves. The bloody runes on my feet and along my spine helped me maintain a relatively acceptable body position and balance, preventing me from going limp and ruining the ritual by stupidly falling backwards.
The magic letters on my cheeks and temples prevented my consciousness from fading and going into blissful nirvana. My mother Magic, what a thrill. Drug addicts couldn't even come close to experiencing such sensations, even after taking a triple, lethal dose of the strongest drugs, leaving for their last trip.
But no matter how good it was for us, we had to continue and not get distracted. And I continued, leading the ritual to its culmination, although my voice had become slightly hoarse, muffled. My throat was dry, my lips were cracked. I felt blood flowing from my nose and lips. My body was at its limit, absorbing someone else's magic. It was not scary, only slight injuries, I did not feel any serious internal bleeding. Well, a couple of mana channels couldn't withstand the load and broke, as did a couple of capillaries, but regeneration had already begun to patch up my body. Even without it, I would have gotten away with just a couple of mediocre healing spells from blood magic.
Felicity is good at this, she absorbs practically her own magic, since her mana and the mana of those bastards mixed well, which made it easier for her, although the flow was pouring into her even more than into me, and even more so into Caroline. The acromantulas outside, connected to the home defense system, are also charging there quite well, I guess. The runes on their shells will be saturated with excess, turning into full-fledged magical elemental shields.
Somehow I could clearly sense what was happening on the other side of the ritual, clearly sensing our enemies, who were twisted in pain, turning inside out. Yeah, unlike us, all ten bastards were experiencing far from pleasant sensations right now. So that's what lobsters go through when boiled alive...
Wow, one of them even scratched her own eyes out. Ha. Okay, maybe that wasn't such a bad decision, they would have popped out of their sockets anyway, maybe it wasn't even that painful right now. Once and for all. Like ripping off a band-aid... Although, now she'll bleed to death. That's when you regret living alone. None of the family will come to her aid. The old hag was unlucky.
Oh, another one was bent so much that he literally broke in half. His spine couldn't handle the load, it happens. The pain shock stopped the heart before the relatives had time to react. That's why we need runes on our spines, my friend. Don't you have such stylish body art? Well, that's not our problem.
These two were ministry officials and death overtook them at home. Someone died "peacefully" in proud solitude, and someone perished right in front of his wife. Or mistress, who knows? I don't care.
Oh-ho, well, well, was this someone having a dinner party or a party? Everyone else gathered in one place, and it's late now. I hope they weren't having a swinger party there, because then it would have to be stopped.
It's a pity it's not clear who was so lucky to have such problematic guests at the party. Probably, it wouldn't be very cool to justify myself to the Aurors. Aurors react to such calls surprisingly quickly. If you lose your magic or wizards and witches die in the family manor... This definitely makes people a little bit suspicious of you. On the other hand, they managed to save and stabilize three of the four strongest signatures, not letting them commit suicide due to the rollback. What good guys. Well, probably there were a lot of really strong wizards there.
No matter how much I criticize the aristocrats, I have to admit that most of them are an order of magnitude stronger and more educated than the average person. Of course, with such resources, in their place I would be superior to the average person not by a head, but by several orders of magnitude, but that's all just fantasy... I'm in my place, and right now it suits me just fine. I enjoy life, magic and power flowing through me, and they writhe at my feet, albeit figuratively.
I watched with awe as more and more of Felicity's own mana, mixed with someone else's, but still assimilating well, flowed into her through her connection. On the ceiling, instead of a pentagram, streams of magic swirled into a huge funnel, connecting with Felicity in thick strands of dark, viscous mana, barely noticeable in the darkness. The ritual tore apart the magical essence of wizards, like a hungry wolf ravaging a defenseless fawn, but for us it was like heavenly ambrosia, the greatest blessing. A chance.
By the way, these four out of ten possessed quite great strength and purity of mana. Most likely, noble gentlemen from the sacred twenty-eight families. Well, three of them might not even be lucky enough to survive, heh-heh-heh. They'll have time to feel before they die what it's like to be a Muggle, whom they despise so much. What a wonderful symphony. An aristocrat deprived of his magic is the most humiliating and pathetic sight, which will also cause significant damage to their reputation. Yeah, if they had shit themselves right at that party, it wouldn't have been so bad.
Well, what can I say, that's how it is in this world, one day you're on top, and the next he's thrown you off and trampled your head into the dirt, cracking your skull with a forged horseshoe and shitting on your fashionable expensive cloak before prancing away.
I'm sure the surviving bastards will throw all their family resources into finding Cinder as quickly as possible, if they held a high position in their families, and even if they didn't, their heads of the family would not have tolerated such humiliation and public reprisal in front of the "cream of society" and would have done it anyway. They may have even had a way to find her in an emergency, but... Frankly, that's what we were counting on.
Yes, we are expecting guests. They would never ask for help from an Auror or other Aristos, because that would be like finishing off their wounded pride and reputation with their own hands, so they would use only their own capabilities and resources for this, which is what I need. After all, Felicity's trail will lead them right here, into a carefully prepared trap. Even the beast runs to the hunter.
Of course, I have already evacuated everything important, valuable and necessary from here, hidden it in a spare cache, and the house has already been magically (and not only) mined and designated for demolition. Anyway, after conducting such a black ritual here, whether you like it or not, I would have to cover up all the tracks, but I am very greedy, and I could not stand such wastefulness out of thin air. So I turned this place into a real trap for bloodhounds, wanting to deal another sensitive blow to our enemies, and after today they can't be anything else to me. I don't care. Some aristocratic families have more, others have less… After today, this doesn't scare me so much. On the contrary, I plan to speed up my plans. Now we don't have to wait two years, we should have enough strength anyway. So, during these Yule holidays we will deal the next sensitive blow to our dear noble friends, mua-ha-ha-ha.
So, those lucky ones who manage to track down and reach Felicity first will be in for a big and very delicate surprise in the form of a small army of angry dead acromantulas, which I have been itching to test in a real combat situation for a long time, against wizards, and not dumb horsefucks.
Do my runes, engraved on chitinous shells and hairy paws, hold up well to magical flame and lightning? Are their numbers and strength sufficient to overcome the spiders' natural weakness to the scorching elements? Can their sharp poisonous mandibles, oozing with cadaveric poison, penetrate alien magical shields, as they could when they were alive? How effective is my upgrade, allowing spiders to jump twice as far and higher? Many will appreciate such a spider landing force. Posthumously.
Am I scared? Oh no. Of course not. They should be afraid of me, because I am the danger.
The thing is that acromantulas already have the highest fifth rank of danger, like werewolves and dragons, although they received it rather for their ability to act in a large group together. Also for their fertility and growth rate, poison and resistance to most simple spells. But after they became infernals and were slightly modified by me... Yes, they pumped up well, becoming real bosses of the gym, so they will arrange a sweet farewell to life for my enemies. Although no, they will arrange a sweet life for THEMSELVES, gobbling up a rapid response team, mercenaries, aurors or the aristocrats themselves, wounded in their pride.
The latter, of course, is unlikely. What kind of moron would independently approach a witch who somehow managed to pump out their magic from a dozen fairly strong wizards? Even taking into account that barely ten to fifteen percent can be absorbed... It's still quite impressive, and she couldn't have performed such a ritual on her own, magic is needed for that, which means someone helped her, and they can't help but know... In short, I'm expecting mercenaries or Aurors within 24 hours. If they don't show up, we'll break off the surveillance and cover our tracks. We can't give them too much time to prepare, otherwise it won't be an elite group of hastily assembled wizards that will show up here, but an entire army.
Well, even if the full-blooded stars of the best Aurors come after the girl again, they'll have a hard time, and I can always escape from here at any moment using a portkey, taking Felicity with me and blowing everything up to hell. But they won't be able to, because as soon as guests come here, a ban on apparition will immediately hang over the region.
Not too strong, of course, but reinforced by the ritual and my nourishment, it will be able to hold them off long enough for the hospitable hosts of these forests to take care of the guests. At the exit point, the next prepared ritual for Fel is already waiting for us, breaking all the tracking that exists. More precisely, that the three of us knew about. Let's hope that they didn't bother with her too much.
Trying to break through the dome against transgression during the fight with the undead acromantulas, faced with traps of all kinds placed around the perimeter, from complex magical ones to the most Muggle of all possible... like a pit with stakes sprinkled with leaves. And what, it doesn't emit mana, doesn't interfere with magical senses and vision, and works flawlessly both on wild boars and on cunning wizards.
Well, if Moody himself doesn't show up here, even three stars of seasoned Aurors have no chance of survival. Only if they have this equivalent of magical Rambo with them, damn him. But even he will have a hard time, because acromantulas are acromantulas.
That's why necromancers are so disliked. They are their own army, but give them time, resources and materials, and one decent, purposeful necromancer can cause a stir in the whole country. Like Tom, for example. Or one modest Ravenclaw with his girlfriends. I myself do not plan to join the battle, for now, so as not to catch a stray spell with my carcass.
I am sure that as soon as the guests stumble upon my furry pets, their function of humanity and forgiveness will immediately turn off, and they will try to kill me without trial or investigation. There will be no warning bombs in the sky.
This is my territory, my chess game, so only I, as a player, am supposed to watch from the side, enjoying the game.
And so, I feel how the last crumbs of mana, seasoned with life force, leave the bodies of our virtuous donors. Surprisingly, the ritual went almost perfectly, without taking away my black luck. On the contrary, I felt a very strong influx of this special "power". How lucky, ha-ha!
The continuous flow of mana stopped and the runes and candles glowing reddish-black around dimmed, and then went out completely. Darkness and silence reigned. I tiredly sank to the floor of the ritual hall, sitting on the stone with my bare ass, not paying attention to the cold. A couple of minutes of rest to catch my breath.
I needed to get over the euphoria, which did not even think of passing yet. I was in such a storm emotionally, Occlumency was no longer coping. It would be nice to somehow relieve the tension that had stretched my nerves to the limit, making them tremble in sweet languor.
Felicity knelt down next to me, shuddering from the pleasure and bliss that had rolled over her. My gaze involuntarily lingered on her. Wow, how beautiful, the devil. She has everything. I had to make a lot of effort to move my gaze to something else. What an interesting closet, it turns out! Mmm, my thoughts have gone off track again, imagining how convenient it would be to put a girl on it and... Okay, stop. I wonder what she herself is feeling now?
She probably feels even better, because Cinder not only became stronger like me, but also returned her magic and took full revenge on her enemies, taking the standard eye-for-an-eye payment. On top of that, she also got a moral high from the whole situation.
The ritual went the easiest for Carol, who managed to stay on her feet and, staggering, headed for the exit of the room, hugging herself by the shoulders and shaking slightly.
"I'm going to the shower, I'll wash off the blood and traces of the ritual with running water. I advise you to do the same. You'll just come to your senses when I'm done," Sharphart said as she left for another part of the house.
"Well, perhaps we really do have a couple of minutes to come to our senses. I'd even say a couple of hours, since it would be almost impossible to reach us earlier…" I turned to Felicity to start a casual conversation, otherwise it would be somehow awkward to sit in silence, and I came across such a special, hungry look… "What?"
- I would say "undress", but the ritual has already made it easier for us and we are already naked. - The brunette reached for a kiss and pressed her lips to mine. That was the answer to my question.
- You, huh, nothing bothers you? For example, the fact that we're all covered in blood? - breaking off the passionate kiss, I slightly pushed the girl away from me, looking into her eyes. Hmm, quite meaningful. I thought she was going crazy from the overwhelming feeling of euphoria and pleasure, but no.
- Nope! - the girl tried to push me onto my back so she could hang on top, but no way, I'm much stronger this way, so... I jumped up from the cold floor and, grabbing the squealing girl, dragged my lawful prey to a very convenient low cabinet, deciding to make my recent fantasy come true.
- Crazy! - I whispered in her ear, burning her with my breath.
- See how lucky you are, because these are just your type! — in response, they grabbed the tip of my ear, accepting the game. Yes, apparently, there is something seriously wrong with my head, too, since I succumbed to this provocation.
Having placed her bottom on the locker and pressed Felicity with her back to the wall, I began to kiss her plump lips, covered with matte black lipstick. With great pleasure, penetrating the witch's slightly open mouth with my tongue, bypassing her even white teeth, I mercilessly attacked her tongue, leaving no chance for a counter-attack.
Her surprise did not last too long and soon I felt her furious response. She did not want to give up the initiative into my hands without a fight.
Cinder's sharp nails slid along my back, unable to pierce the skin, but giving some perverted pleasure in the process. If her neck were not smeared with my own blood, I would have already gladly bit into it. But for now we'll have to wait with that.
Our hands shamelessly explored each other's naked bodies, lingering in the places that interested us. So my hands caressed her firm breasts, slid along her graceful back and waist, kneaded her elastic ass and stroked her long legs, which she bent at the knees, forming a very provocative and open pose. In response to my expansion, her hands gently ran their sharp nails over my abs, the tense muscles of my back and arms, sometimes, as if by accident, she touched Amos Jr. with her hands, which only increased the excitement.
I don't know how long this would have continued and how soon we would have moved from foreplay to something sweet, but Caroline finished the shower earlier, fortunately.
- Well, you are animals. Go to the shower, and continue to relieve stress there. Just don't forget to cast a silence spell. Oh, never mind, I'll cast it myself. I'll start covering up the traces of the ritual for now. You have about two hours, but don't think that I'll do everything for you! - Caroline stood in the aisle and put her hands on her hips, shaking her head, looking at us with a look full of condemnation. She might as well have rolled her eyes, for good measure.
I can't say that her remark condemned our intensity of passion, but I really would have preferred to wash the blood stains off us before we started having full-fledged sex. The runes had lost their power and no longer held their shape, so with every second we would have gotten more and more bloody.
Felicity, feeling that I was starting to pull away, quickly crossed her legs behind my back, on my lower back, and grabbed my shoulders with her hands, pressing her whole body against me, refusing to break physical contact even for a second.
Very provocative, considering the closeness of our beginnings to each other. One careless move, and everything would start before we even got to the shower. A lustful smile with a drop of madness shone on her face, and the dark pools of her eyes were watching my face incessantly.
I felt her magic boiling inside her, raging with mine in unison. A powerful witch urged the wolf inside me to take possession of her, and I was not going to resist, having identical desires. In this regard, we were very similar in general.
I snorted and went to the bathroom, carrying a valuable load with me.
Better to let the tension drop before the guests arrive, and I'll think about the consequences of the decision I've made later. Having once again captured the lips of my newly-made lover with a kiss, I kicked open the door to where we were supposed to have a bath with an interesting continuation...
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"L-Lord Malfoy, the healer has arrived, but the Aurors are also with them. And th-that... Alastor Moody..." the wizard who ran into the room whispered slightly hesitantly, leaning towards the ear of the head of the Malfoy family.
A pureblood from a poor family, but holding a fairly high position in the ministry. At the instigation of Malfoy himself, of course. One of many who were invited to a closed party "for their own", which turned into some kind of farce and bloody tragedy.
Lucius Malfoy, who had been leaning over Avery's pale and haggard face, hissed angrily, straightening his back and removing his wand from the heart of his bosom ally in the Order. Narcissa immediately took his place, continuing to support the man's heartbeat.
"And what does he need here? I didn't invite him!" the platinum blond grinned, who had been in an extremely upset state, and now had even more so moved to a state of cold rage. Moody tried to put him back in Azkaban at every opportunity, which Lucius, naturally, resisted with all his might.
Only he, Alastor Moody, could ruin this evening even more. Malfoy was more than enough with the half-dead Nott Sr., Goyle and Avery, who had barely survived and were in a terrible state. They were kept alive by the most powerful wizards and witches who had gathered under his roof today, ensuring their survival until the arrival of a group of healers.
He didn't know what exactly had happened to these losers, but the diagnostics he had performed showed traces of very dark magic and complete magical exhaustion, which threatened to develop into a complete loss of magic. If it hadn't already.
The life and health of the three men were also dealt a blow, but at least, unlike old Lord Ogden, they had survived. The old man's heart had simply burst and there was nothing they could do to help him. There was nothing to start.
Four ministry employees from simpler families, but also purebloods, died on the spot. They were too weak to withstand such severe pain and a one-time outflow of mana.
"Pathetic weaklings. If they had been hardened in the Lord's Cruciatus, maybe they would have survived like these three idiots."
Lucius nervously shrugged his shoulders from the memories of his own "hardening". He didn't really want to repeat that, frankly speaking. Crucio performed by the Lord could drive you crazy in a matter of minutes.
"I don't know, Lord Malfoy, they're already inside and demanding you. It seems they want to arrest you!" the man recoiled from the blond in fear when he encountered his terrifying dark aura.
"Fuck, I had no doubt about it! What kind of evening is this?!" For the first time in a very long time, Lucius couldn't hold back a curse. His wife glanced at him with displeasure, but said nothing. The subordinate staring at him with wide eyes was the best indicator of how rarely Malfoy cursed.
- W-what should we do, sir? - the messenger who brought the bad news stammered, carefully looking away.
- What, what, let's go to those Mordred Aurors, - the respected politician and a bit of a Death Eater answered him, chewing his lips and collecting his thoughts. - Esteemed sirs, I am forced to take my leave due to circumstances beyond my control. I hope you will take care of the victims in my absence? This young man will bring the healers here while I entertain our new guests, - Malfoy addressed the other pureblood wizards who were toiling over the three pureblood brothers. They only nodded in response, not looking up from casting healing spells. This was serious.
- Oh, I feel like they're going to suck my blood today... - the one who had previously occupied the place of the Dark Lord's left hand sighed wearily. Raising his sad grey eyes to the ceiling, he proudly straightened his shoulders and walked with a firm step towards meeting troubles.
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