Chapter 106: Ideas [R-18]
Bella was over the moon to know that her husband had finally plucked the french Flower. She has been waiting for nearly two years for that to happen and the moment she saw her looking like she had pulled a train when she found her sleeping beside Rick and Nymphadora in their bed, she gave a satisfying look to Lily.
“I have my veela~ I have my veela~” she sing sung like a child bursting with happiness and making a little victory dance.
Lily denied her, however. “Nuh-huh. Our vee-”
“Oh, hell no! You got Amelia, Fleur is mine!” The look Bella gave Lily said it all about how this was final and the redhead better not say otherwise.
“Fine! But you’re lending her to me from time to time!”
Bella blinked in confusion. “Of course, I will. Why? Did you think I’ll keep her to myself?”
“With you it’s always a gamble!”
“Not true! I never snatched Master away from you, now, didn’t I?”
Lily gave her a flat look. “That’s because our husband is mine first and because I would never give you permission to do so.”
“Okay, fair. But I shared Andy and Cissy!”
“That’s true.” Lily begrudgingly agreed.
Bella clapped her hands together. “There!”
“Instead of talking, you could just join in bed, you know?”
They both turned their heads to see Rick awake and trying to get out of the clutches of the two young witches on his side. When he succeeded he went right for Lily for a big kiss, then Bella.
“I’m not in the mood for sex, Fleur and Nymie completely drained me out but I’m always ready for cuddles.” He tried to pull them close but they got away.
“Shower first.” Lily said. “You smell like a brothel and that will make Bella horny.”
“Look who’s talking! But also yes. Come on, Master. Be quick!”
“We will wait for you in Nymphadora’s room. It’s only fair we take hers when she’s taking ours.”
Rick nodded and despite how much he wanted to kiss them again, he went straight to the shower and cleaned himself up in record time. So fast in fact that when he entered Nymphadora’s room Lily was in the middle of joining Bella in bed. Quickly he took the space between the two of them and brought them to himself. Bella almost curled herself around him, resting her head on his chest while Lily just laid down her head on his shoulders.
“How is Albus?” Lily asked.
“Alive and curse free. He’s weak however.” Rick replied.
“Let’s hope he recovers before Voldemort learns about it. It would be disastrous if he does.”
Bella had a different opinion than Lily however. “Maybe not. You could use the opportunity to fake his death, to draw Voldemort out and to act. Personally I’d use Severus to do it, that way Voldemort thinks he’s truly on his side. Once Voldemort is out we’re taking him out.”
“It’s not a bad idea, yes but that leaves us with one problem: the last two horcruxes.” Rick reminded them. “And that’s a problem for tomorrow,” he added. He gave a loving kiss to each of them and they all shifted their body to position themself in the usual ones they had when they were in this configuration.
When morning came Rick broke the routine and forwent any research, instead he chose to catch up the missed afternoon with his children the previous day. At least for those who stayed at home and didn’t visit friends. The twins, Duncan and Lea went to the Burrow to spend time with the Weasleys and Luna who didn’t live far from them. Lyra, Draco, Veronica and Vega went to visit Daphne and her sister Astoria at Greengrass Manor with Narcissa who was invited for tea by their mother. Bella, Atria and Rigella went to visit Diagon Alley and had in mind to visit Arcturus, to make sure the man was still alive and kicking and to bring some joy in his life. The kind that only young children could give you. Lily and Marlene, took Ursa, Edgar and Liz for a park outing in Muggle London.
Dorea was doing her own research while keeping an eye on Albus and Nymphadora went to work with Amelia. That left Rose and Susan lazing around in the playroom.
Rick for his part was a beat busy in his own lab. He barely had time to turn from his Patronus scrolls when he heard the click of heels—then a rustle, then silence. A presence. The air shifted.
“Don’t stop your work on my account,” came Fleur’s voice, low and velvet-thick with amusement.
He glanced over his shoulder—and stopped breathing.
Fleur stood framed in the doorway of his lab, clad in the elegant pale blue Beauxbâtons uniform she hadn’t worn in years. It clung to her like memory and temptation: the fitted jacket, silver trim, that soft silk blouse underneath. Her lips were parted in a smile that bordered on wicked.
“I remembered ‘ow much you liked zis,” she purred, stepping forward and tugging at the buttons.With each step she took, something fell away. The jacket first, sliding off her shoulders. Then the blouse—button by button, each undone with slow, deliberate care. Beneath it, she wore nothing but a royal blue lace bra, the kind that barely held her full breasts, her nipples already visible through the thin mesh. Her skirt hit the ground next.
Now she stood in heels, stockings, and lace lingerie that framed her curves like a promise.
She stepped into his lap, straddling him in the chair.
“Tu travailles trop, mon amour,” she whispered into his ear, kissing the line of his jaw. “Mais j’ai une autre tâche pour toi…”
Her mouth slid down his throat as her fingers moved to his shirt. She opened it slowly, kissing her way down his chest. Each button popped, each inch of skin greeted with hot breath and teeth.
Then she slipped to her knees.
Her hands were already at his belt, nimble and eager. She pulled his cock free, semi-erect but heavy in her hand, and looked up at him with flushed cheeks and a grin that made his cock twitch before she even touched her tongue to it.
“Putain, ça m’avait manqué,” she breathed, and then her mouth was on him. Hot. Wet. Eager.
She moaned with the first stroke of her tongue, as if the taste of him was something she craved more than air. Her lips slid over the head, slow and tight, and then she began to work him in with steady, determined hunger. Rick groaned, his head falling back, hips tensing.
Fleur was going to town—no teasing, no games. She sucked like she was starving, cheeks hollowing, saliva thick and running down her chin as she bobbed up and down. Her fingers stroked his base, her tongue swirling underneath, catching every ridge, every vein.
“T’as pas idée… combien j’ai rêvé d’avoir ta queue dans ma bouche,” she gasped between strokes. “C’est à moi, ça… j’veux que tu bandes pour moi, fort, que tu me fasses jouir rien qu’en me regardant.”
He groaned, hand threading into her hair. “Fleur…”
She popped off his cock with a wet gasp, panting. Her lipstick was smudged, her eyes glassy.
“You’re hard now,” she whispered. “Good.”
She rose, turned, and straddled him again—then reached down, took hold of his cock, and guided it into her. She dropped onto him in one breathless motion.
“Putain de MERDE!” she screamed, head falling back, body arching.
Her pussy gripped him like fire, her walls clenching around every inch. She didn't wait—she started moving, bouncing wildly, fucking him like she’d been possessed. Her breasts bounced in her lace bra, and she tore the cups down herself, dragging his face into them.
“Téte-moi, j’t’en supplie—prends mes seins comme t’aimes, Rick, joue avec—j’veux sentir tes dents!”
Rick’s hands closed around her hips. He drove up into her, meeting her movements, their bodies slapping together wetly as she cried out with every thrust.
“Plus fort! Vas-y, putain, donne-moi tout! Je veux que tu me fasses crier, que tout le manoir sache comment tu me baises!” Her voice broke as her body tightened. “Je vais jouir… je vais jouir, Rick, t’arrête pas—”
She collapsed forward, trembling hard, grinding down onto him with a raw, gasping moan as she came—soaked and shuddering, her thighs shaking against his. He grunted, holding still, letting her ride the wave.
But he hadn’t finished.
He stood, lifting her without breaking the connection, her legs wrapping around him instinctively.
“Rick—!”
He turned, laid her back on the desk, and shoved her legs up onto his shoulders. And then he started to fuck her.
Hard.
“OUI!” she screamed. “Fais-moi mal, si tu veux! Défonce-moi, remplis-moi, j’suis à toi! Que pour toi! Putain, c’est bon!”
She twisted, arched, pulled at him, begged with her hands, her body, her voice.
He grunted, fucked her harder.
And then, with a final thrust, he came inside her, deep and hard.
She shuddered again—eyes rolling back, breath caught, her moan long and broken as she felt the heat fill her. But as he pulled back, she sat up, panting.
“Don’t go anywhere,” she said with a breathless smirk, and dropped to her knees again. “I want you ‘ard,” she said. “Encore. T’as pas fini, pas tant que je peux encore marcher.”
And Rick, already twitching under her tongue, already responding to her moans and the feel of her mouth… knew he was in trouble. The best kind. She had him in her mouth again.
Fleur sucked him like she wasn’t just pleasuring him—like she was dragging his soul back from wherever it had gone during orgasm. Her mouth moved slow, sinuous, tongue circling the head of his cock as it swelled back to life. Her cheeks flushed, hair wild, lips glistening.
“Regarde-moi, Rick,” she whispered, voice thick with saliva and need. “Je veux tout de toi… encore. J’veux que tu bandes dans ma bouche, que tu cries mon nom quand je te rends fou.”
She moaned deep in her throat, the vibrations making him grunt as he leaned back against the desk, hands gripping the edge behind him. Fleur wrapped both hands around his shaft, one guiding, the other stroking as she took him deeper, her breath hitching as his cock hardened with each pass of her tongue.
“Putain, t’es parfait… ta bite est parfaite,” she gasped, eyes fluttering as she kissed along his length. “Tellement grosse, j’la sens encore dans mes entrailles…”
She licked him from base to tip, a slow drag of her tongue, then kissed the head tenderly—like a lover, like a prayer—and moaned. Rick reached out, cupped her jaw, tilted her chin up.
“You want more?”
She grinned, flushed and wicked. “J’veux tout. Jusqu’à ce que j’puisse plus marcher. Jusqu’à ce que j’crie pour que tu t’arrêtes, et j’crie encore pour que tu continues.”
He pulled her up to her feet and turned her around, pressing her palms to the desk. She arched her back, offered herself. “Vas-y… baise-moi encore. Fort. Longtemps.”
Rick lined himself up and sank in again—her body taking him easily, eagerly, clenching around him with welcoming heat.
She moaned instantly. “Oui! OUI!”
Her words broke apart as he thrust into her. Slow at first. Deep. Measured.She looked over her shoulder, panting. “J’t’en supplie, va plus vite. Défonce-moi avec ta bite, j’veux la sentir jusqu’à demain.”
Rick obliged. He gripped her hips and began to move in earnest. Flesh against flesh. The wet sounds of her arousal filling the air, her cries rising in pitch with each thrust.
“Putain oui! T’es un dieu, Rick—j’suis à toi, j’veux rester sur ta queue pour toujours…”
Her fingers gripped the wood. Her legs started to tremble again.
“Encore, encore! Frotte-moi l’intérieur, prends tout ce que tu veux!”
He leaned over her, wrapped an arm around her waist, and with his other hand, found her clit. His thumb rubbed fast circles, and she screamed.
“Ohh OUI! Là, là, LÀ! J’vais jouir! Rick! T’ARRÊTE PAS—”
Her orgasm shattered her—her whole body locking tight, her inner walls pulsing around him, soaking them both. She screamed into her forearm, hips jerking back into him, desperate for more even as she convulsed in the aftershocks. And still Rick didn’t stop. He grunted, fucked her harder—driven by the way she collapsed under the weight of her own pleasure, by the way she kept pushing back, moaning, muttering half-coherent French obscenities as she begged him not to stop. He felt the pressure building again, hot and unbearable. Her words were breathless now, hoarse from screaming:
“Prends-moi encore… j’te veux en moi… jusqu’à la fin.”
And when he finally came—deep inside her again, hips bucking with the force—Fleur cried out with him, her hands shaking, her voice a trembling whisper:
“Tu m’as eue… j’suis foutue. Et j’veux plus jamais être autrement.”
She sagged against the desk, glowing with sweat and satisfaction, her body buzzing, her mouth stretched in a bliss-drunk smile. Rick leaned over her, kissed her shoulder. And she turned her head to whisper:
“Encore une fois…”
“No. I have work to do and you…” he slapped her ass hard making her moan in pleasure and need. “Need to pass Lily’s inspection.”
“Inspection?”
“You’ll see.”
Waving his wand, Fleur’s clothes returned to her. Another flick and every fluid stain vanished. A third and everything that had been on his desk and fell to the ground found itself back on it. Fleur tried to have another go at him but he made her float to the door and closed the door behind her. He heard her let out a scream of frustration drawing an amused chuckle out of him.
He went back to his research and kept at it until Karkass popped in to tell him that Dumbledore had woken up. After thanking his house-elf, Rick went to visit Albus to whom Dorea was giving a quick check up.
“How are you feeling?” he asked the old wizard.
“Alive and tired.”
Dorea was a bit more forthcoming. “There had been no change since this morning, which I supposed is good.” She lowered her wand, nodded to Rick and left the room.
He conjured a seat and put his ass down in it. “It was to be expected. I’m glad it worked as intended.”
“How hurtful was it?”
“A broken bone that someone kept on poking with a finger for each of us. You would definitely have died from the cumulative pain.”
“It seems I owe a lot to all of you.”
“If you want to see it like that, sure. I personally chose to see it as friends helping another out.” Rick took a deep breath. “I know it will sound hypocritical of me but no more exploring alone, Albus.”
Dumbledore had a good but weak laugh. It was indeed hypocritical of Rick to forbid him from exploring alone after all Rick did during his years as a student in Hogwarts.
“Hypocritical, yes but also good sense. It’s a moot point. I’m afraid I’m way too weak to play the adventurer for a while.”
“So you don’t have another lead? Where did you find the ring in the first place?”
“The ring I found in the Gaunt’s old shack.”
“So he didn’t only make horcruxes out of objects of significance for him but he put them in place of importance too.”
“Yes. There is at least another one somewhere by the sea I think. In the civil archives I found that in his time, children of the orphanage went to the sea during the summer holidays. I wasn’t able to find where.”
“Well… that reduced the area of research from the whole of England to its coasts.” Rick sighed. “Better than nothing, I supposed.”
“Yes but still not enough.”
Rick sighed again. “Someone really needs to create a locating spell without putting a trace..”
“One exists, long forgotten.” that took Rick aback.
“What’s the catch? If it was an easy spell, my parents would have used it to find me when I disappeared.”
“It’s not so much as a catch but a requirement. Magic of the one you’re searching for. Usually their blood since magic is the most potent in it.” Albus explains.
“... And taking blood from someone is quite the taboo.” Rick reminded himself.
“Yes.”
“Hmm… at least we may know where Voldemort is. He used Rose’s blood for his resurrection.”
“I… haven’t thought of this.” confessed Dumbledore.
“Wait… You said the spell needs the magic of your target… An horcrux is a piece of soul which-”
“Is magic. And we have three shards. We might be able to locate them all.”
“I’ll speak with Regulus and-”
“If you don’t mind, I’ll do it myself. I’m not much of use to anyone currently as a wizard but as a scholar I can still help.”
Rick gave Albus a look for a moment then nodded. “Very well. That leaves a problem, regarding the Order. The next meeting is supposed to be in two days and no offence but it won’t do good for morale to see you all… tired.”
“I know but I’m sure the news of having a way to find him will keep it up. Furthermore, you defied him and lived. Again.”
“I had Bella with me.” Rick protested on the spot.
“It matters not. Lily aside, you’re the one who came the closest to defeat him. Closer than I ever did. People believe in you as much as they believe in me to stop him, perhaps more. That’s what matters. And not just for the order. Plenty of aurors saw you deal with fiendfyre, one of the darkest and destructive spells, easily. I’m still wondering how you did that feat.”
Rick simply smirked. “I turned the whole air around into CO2.”
Albus chuckled at the simplicity. “You removed all fuel for the fire to burn and it extinguished itself. Clever.”
“And so basic. Magic for all its wonders is still dependent on the law of nature for the most part.”
Rick let Dumbledore rest and left the room. He had a locating spell to work on.