The Love of a Thornbush

Mistaken Identity - Chapter TwentySeven

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My eyes blinked. A sleepy, unguarded yawn hissed from my mouth. The smell of smoke and roses infiltrated my senses. My arms tightened around the pillow, it still had her scent on it.

Wait... Her scent?

Tender, adoring fingers laced themselves in my hair. The realisation hit that the object in my arms was actually a person... My heart froze.

Gaze flickering in and out of focus, the mass of curls trickling onto my body were soft and dark. Too dark to be Andromeda, thankfully, but that could only leave-

The Witch smiled down at me, teeth rotten as ever, but still a loving sight. Her eyes were hooded, dark with unkempt emotions.

Bellatrix felt a trickle down her cheek. Her sweet, good little baby was back in her arms. As soft and innocent as she remembered.

"Mistress?" My voice was crackly, shaken. It had been months since I'd seen her and yet... She was exactly the same. The same tossled salt and pepper hair, crows feet at her eyes as she smiled, red lips naturally poised.

"Yes, my little darling. It's me" her tone was distraught, hands uncharacteristicly soft as she held me to her. We were naked. Her heat enveloped me, suffocated me, comforted my body that was cold in her absence.

Without thinking of the danger, my arms wrapped themselves at her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. She was surprised. My lips tingled against hers. Although, it didn't take long for her to take charge.

"Oh- oh!" Her desperate, crowded moans were exhilarated. Her tongue slipped into my mouth like a lubed up apentage, wet and wonderful. The taste of her rotten teeth nearly made me gag yet in some strange way I enjoyed the vile nature of our kiss. It was just so... Her.

Her hands weren't gentle anymore. They were rough and demanding, grasping at my body as if trying to commit it to memory. A mumbled, jumbled moan left me when her cunt bumped against mine.

"I missed you..."

Bellatrix gripped my upper thigh, splitting my legs so that she might rub her leg along my wet heat.

"Missed me, did you?"

"Mumma... I want you"

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Narcissa watched. Her eyes were dark, full of thought.

The girl's chest rose and fell, white nightgown amplifying the innocence that shone bright as a star. A sweet, darling star that had been plucked from the sky and placed in a little viewing cabinet for only her to see.

Her hands trembled as she carefully attempted to set down the cup of tea on the antique sideboard. The clicking of the fine china made the girl stir. Her eyelids flickered. A mumbled little groan left her. Narcissa felt her cheeks darken a shade.

"Pull yourself together, Narcissa" she mumbled to herself. How truly pathetic she, a grown woman, had become in the presence of this little wood nymph. The girl had allowed the blankets to fall from her chest to sit just below the now shining white of silk nightclothes. Soft, lovely skin had unveiled. Pristine and perfect.

"Mm" Narcissa gently seated herself on the edge of the bed, listening keenly to the little mumbles of the young lady. Her voice sounded as if it was pleading, upset. The older woman's heart ached for the girl.

"What is it, sweetheart?" Narcissa's voice was kept soft and quiet, her hand hovered ready to stroke away hair from the darling's face. She hesitated. Thus far, she'd had no indication that she even felt this way for Narcissa.

Her lips moved, clumsy and slow. Narcissa nearly cried when the words finally made sense.

"M-mumma... I want you"

Crying now, Narcissa stroked away the girls hair. She was such a sweet little blossom. She knew. Knew that Narcissa was her protector, her saviour.... Her mumma.

"I'm here, my little angel. Mumma is here"

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Just a short one today, enjoy loves!