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Her usually straight hair was natural and curly around her chin and Regulus was pleased to see the wide smile on her face. The pieces were swaying with the wind that was howling around them in the courtyard of the Black family’s castle in Ayen. Other than the wind, it was a beautiful twenty three degrees celsius and Regulus was surprised that Pansy had packed a calf length flowy black dress. She reclined on the capped off old water well, one casual black sneaker was pulled up on the limestone rim. Her wide brimmed hat was being held with a slim hand as she laughed at something Potter, the younger, was saying to her as he lined up the mallet to take a swing at the vintage croquet balls he had found somewhere in a forgotten corner of the castle.
The camera in his hand was lined up for a shot and he loved the way the line of silver buttons glinted in the sun down the center of her body. He took the shot and pulled the film advancer before taking another shot. He knew that photo was going to be perfect too. The wind picked up her hat and blew it off her head. He snapped another quick photo and Potter was already reaching for the brim. The last in the series had Potter in the air grabbing it by the edge of the felt. Regulus felt that it was going to be a beautiful sequence and he couldn’t wait to develop them in the dark room that Alphard had set up for him twenty five years ago.
Regulus stood from his crouch and turned to the rest of the family on the lawn. Draco was sitting with Remus discussing something the both of them had recently read, which was most likely Russian and depressing. Potter, the elder, Lily, and Narcissa were having chilled drinks at an iron table, laughing about a quiet joke. With another click, Regulus snapped a photo of Sirius. He was sitting in a twisted, old, gnarled oak tree with his guitar in one hand strumming a low tune with a thin cigarillo hanging from his lips. The smell of cherry and tobacco hit him as it carried in the wind.
The crunching of the grass behind him had Regulus turning to see Pansy holding her hat in front of her and smiling wide. She had that look in her eyes and he knew that she was about to convince him to do something to fulfill her exhibitionist streak. The two of them turned their heads when they heard the crack of the mallet on a ball. When the young man swung the mallet over his shoulder, Regulus took another photo, pulled the film advancer, and smirked when Pansy lifted her hands to her chest, unbuttoned the top two buttons to her dress and pushed her breasts high. Regulus took a photo of her pleased face (and absolutely fantastic tits) before letting it fall against his chest to hang on its leather strap.
She grabbed his hand and Regulus followed when she pulled his arm in the direction of the overgrown hedge maze. “I have plans for you, Reg,” Pansy said.
It sent a shiver down his spine and he was glad he was wearing loose, black linen trousers along with a half buttoned matching shirt. “What if I had plans for you today?” He pulled her arm and she spun to look at him. Her slim, pale arms dropped over his head and around his neck. It took him stepping forward three paces before his hands caught the back of her thighs as they turned the corner of the court yard where they couldn’t be seen anymore.
“Yours first, then mine,” she said and pressed her lips hard against his.
He pressed back and they locked lips. Regulus could taste the strawberries on her lips from lunch earlier. She had teased him, biting into each one, sucking the juice from her fingertips and looking at him as she did so.
And she knew what it had done to him.
“I want you to wreck me,” Regulus replied as he held her against him and pushed his way through the hedge maze to the gazebo in the center.
“I will, don’t you worry, darling.” Her eyes were bright and Regulus knew that replacing the cushions on the chaises had been a good call before they arrived.
When Regulus laid her out on the chaise, he trailed kisses down her neck and slowly unbuttoned her dress the rest of the way. Pansy toed off her shoes and shrugged off the sleeves of her dress. Peeling her bright purple knickers down her legs, Regulus kissed her thighs and looked up at her. “You’re bloody gorgeous, may I?” He raised the camera up and she nodded.
“Of course,” she rolled over and shook her ass at him, “this is my better side.”
Regulus reached out and gave her ass a slap, “It’s a great side.” The shot had her thighs, round ass, and the thin line of her bra band. “Let me see you on your knees, love.” Pansy slid onto her knees and folded her arms under her head. He asked, “Spread them just a tad? There, right there.” He snapped the photo and dropped the camera. His hands turned her onto her back and he leaned down to kiss her until her lips were swollen and her cheeks were tinged pink, the same color that had spread across her chest. Regulus pulled the cups of her bra down and sucked one nipple and then the other to a stiff peak. He felt Pansy throw her leg over the banister of the gazebo and opened her core up to him. The thatch of hair over her sex had him adjusting himself and she reached up and pulled him back up to kiss him hard. “One more, darling.” He adjusted her body, a hand across her stomach, and arm above her head holding her hat over her face, her free leg bent and resting on the floor. Before he went to snap the photo, he leaned down, truly and honestly he couldn’t help himself at that point, and licked her from the bottom of her vulva up to her clit where he gave her a hard suck.
“Reg,” Pansy gasped above him.
The camera shutter clicked three more times before he unwound it from his neck and dropped it on another cushion across the gazebo. When he turned around, Pansy was bare from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. “Aren’t you just a dream?”
“Supposedly, you wanted me to wreck you, but here I am, the only one without their clothes on,” her hands were on her hips, her breasts jutted out, and her toe tapped. “Knees,” she pointed to the ground and what could Regulus do but obey?
She stepped up to him and pushed his dark fringe out of his face. Tracing her finger down his cheek, he felt Pansy push his chin up to look at her before moving up and pushing her finger between his lips. He sucked at her finger and stared into her eyes as she moved closer to him again. Her hair was still whipping around her head and she looked fucking gorgeous. Regulus couldn’t wait until he was a puddle under her.
Her finger was pulled from his mouth and she pressed it against herself before dipping back. He saw the line of slick sticking to her finger and Regulus licked his lips. The taste of her, when she finally pushed her finger back into his mouth was delectably musky and sweet, a hint of what made Pansy-Pansy. Regulus moved forward on his knees and lifted his arms up and grabbed her by her thick thighs and pulled her closer to him. Her sharp nails ran over his scalp before Regulus felt her fingers tighten in his hair. He smirked and Pansy rolled her eyes above him.
She shook above him minutes later, squealing and squeezing his cheeks with her thighs as she came on his tongue and fingers. Regulus’ linen pants were tight and he couldn’t wait for what Pansy was going to do with him. He didn’t have to wait long. She pulled him up and pulled his shirt over his head and then unbuttoned the front of his trousers and pushed them down. He slipped out of his shoes and Pansy pushed him back to the chaise where he sat, cock hard with a dribble of pre-cum running down the underside of his dick.
Pansy climbed into his lap and dragged herself over him and Regulus shivered under her touch. “I know you like it when you see me bare like this,” she whispered in his ear and nipped at his neck. “I know you like to show me off.” Her nails dragged down his chest and he could feel her slickness against him. “But,” a single pointed nail drew back up his chest and tapped him on the Leo constellation stick and poke tattoo he had there, “I like to show you off.”
Their eyes met and Regulus leaned in and caught her nipple and gave it another suck and Pansy arched back and slipped back down against his dick. She rocked against him and he could feel himself dripping against his pelvis. “I know you like it,” she whispered and held his shoulders to keep her pace. Pansy was a tease and Regulus did like it. Most of the time he more than liked it.
Eventually, and it was a long eventually, Pansy finally gripped the base of him and slowly worked her way down. She had one hand in his hair scratching the back of his neck as she gasped his name. Regulus held back the loud moan he wanted to let out, but with the wind, who knew where it might end up. He bit his lip and held her waist and let her continue the slow movements that drove him wild.
Regulus knew neither of them would last long. He could already feel his muscles trying to hold back an orgasm and Pansy was tight around him. She squeezed him hard as she rocked her hips and Regulus tried to stay still, he really did. His hips lifted and pushed himself deeper into her. Pansy’s lips moved against his neck and he felt her hot breath as she whined.
He felt one of her hands leave his shoulders and slip between their bodies to push hard against her clit. Her sharp nail caught on his pelvis and Regulus shuddered. The wet sounds between them increased when Pansy sped up her movements against him. One of his hands’ fingers wove in her hair and held her against him as he met her thrust for thrust. He felt her start to quiver and the walls around him fluttered before he felt the small gush of pure arousal that dripped around him. Pansy threw her body back in an arch. Catching her, Regulus held her back as she continued to fuck him. Her eyes were closed and she looked wanton and beautiful with her head tilted back, hair in disarray, breasts moving with the tan peaks of her nipples pointed to the sky. The small Ouroboros she had let him tattoo around her left nipple tempted him.
Her body was pink from either arousal, the sun, or both and Regulus licked his lips. She was sure to ask him to rub lotion across her body later and then they would end up back in the same situation. Or something similar, Regulus thought about Pansy with her ass in the air and he doubled the pace of his thrusts. It really was one of her good sides. He loved pulling her arse apart to watch her pull him in.
His head was suddenly pulled forward and Pansy’s breast was at eye level. His hands moved from her back and cupped her breasts to push them together so he could take a long suck at each one again. When he used his teeth to grab just the tip of her nipple and pulled at her, Pansy squealed and another small gush slipped from her. He moved his mouth and traced the snake tattoo with his tongue before giving that nipple a bite and tug. Pansy broke apart above him and Regulus stopped trying to hold back.
He twitched inside of her and Pansy fucked him through it. She kept it up and he kept her nipple between his teeth until she relaxed back into his lap. Regulus was slightly over stimulated and he could feel their cum sticking to their thighs. He pulled her up after a minute and arranged her back on the chaise. “You’re absolutely dripping, love,” Regulus smirked and dragged a finger between her sex and then stuck it in his mouth.
“Better get a good shot,” she said dreamily.
“I’ve never taken a bad photo of you.” He held the camera up and snapped a photo. “Push it out,” he watched her bear down and a long line of cum started to drip out of her. “That’s lovely.” He took a few more photos. The last photo was Pansy pulling herself apart at her labia and the small cum filled gape she had. “You’re perfect.” He put the camera back down before he kneeled behind her and pushed the cum back into her with two fingers. “Stay spread for me.”
“Push it in deep,” she sighed into the cushion. Regulus pulled his fingers out and then swept some cum off of her thigh and pushed it in until he couldn’t go deeper. “I want to…” she babbled.
“I know what you want.” Regulus leaned down and kissed up her back as he shifted his hand around before thrusting his fingers hard against the front of her sex behind her clit. “You just want to make a mess, isn’t that right, darling?” She was spectacularly wet around his fingers and with every drag out of her, his cum stuck to his hand.
“Harder,” she moaned. Regulus reached around her and pushed one hand against her pubic bone and the other hit that spot in her that had her mewling under him. “I’m going to…” That was all the warning he had before her muscles pushed him out and the slick just dripped from her and ran down her thighs. “Please,” she wagged her ass at him and pulled herself apart a little wider.
He didn’t waste any time and repeated the action. It wasn’t more than half a minute before she was shaking and a gush dripped down his wrist. “One more for me?” He asked.
“Stretch me,” she pleaded. Another finger pushed into her and she readjusted her hands to make room for him. “You make me so…so…” Regulus watched her mouth gasp for air and her eyes close as her hips moved to meet against his fingers. “Good god,” her eyes went wide when Regulus dipped down to lick the slickness up from her ass. “Reg,” she squeezed hard around him again and his fingers must have pushed against the right spot because she pushed his hand out again and one of her hands shoved his head down to her sex where he opened his mouth to catch everything and anything she had to give to him.
Thankfully, the castle had enough entrances that they didn’t see anyone when they reentered to shower. Regulus was shirtless, having used it to clean a bit of their mess up. Pansy had the camera around her neck and had taken a photo of Regulus stretching. His muscles were taut and he was looking over the rolling land. She had then held the camera far in front of them and took a selfie of the two of them. Regulus kissed her cheek and she snapped another photo.
He washed her body with the soft lavender soap they had bought at the farmers market and she did the same to him with a sandalwood and cedar bar. Clean and relaxed, Regulus laid back on their bed with a towel around his waist. Pansy slipped her purple and black satin robe around her body and crawled over him. He kept his eyes closed and wrapped his arm around her. “I don’t think I’ve had this much fun here in a long time.” He wasn’t lying either. Most of the Black properties held awful memories for him. The castle in Ayen was one of the few places his parents had not been welcome so most of the memories there were good, and now they were better.
Pansy laid against him and buried her head in his neck, “You deserve all the good things.”
“Thanks, love,” he rubbed her back and sighed heavily, happily. “Are you going to paint while we’re here?”
She hmm’d in an affirmative and rubbed her hand against his chest. “Lucius is paying me to paint a portrait of Narcissa.” He felt her trace the lines of his tattoo, over and over. “We’re going to go to the market tomorrow to get flowers and I think we will do it in the sitting room with her next to the double fireplace. She brought a dress that Lucius bought for her, I haven’t seen it yet, but I’m sure it is lovely.”
“We can complain all we want about him, but the man has a good eye.” Regulus pulled at her robe until it was bunched at her waist.
“Unfortunately.” Her finger stopped tracing his tattoo. “Do you think I should enter the miniature show?”
He opened his eyes and met her blue ones. “The one at Sickle and Spire?” Regulus drifted his hand down and rested it on the soft swell of her ass, “I didn’t know you were considering it.”
“I have something that I’ve been working on,” she smirked up at him, “Melania saw it by accident and she’s the one that brought it up.”
“Gran?” Regulus laughed, “I’m glad she said something, your art is phenomenal and you should absolutely enter your art to the miniature show.”
Her hand trailed down his chest and rested at the top of his towel. “Would you enter a photo?”
“Of course,” Regulus leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I think I might have taken one today.” He thought back to the string of photos of her and Potter, and especially of the photo of Potter with the mallet over his shoulder.
“I can’t wait to see it,” she sighed and pulled at his towel.
Regulus held onto her and flipped her on her back. “I want to paint you again.”
Pansy pulled her robe open and Regulus slid down her body. He rested his chin between her breasts and looked up at her. Her hand found its way back into his hair. “I can’t wait.”