Burned Into Glory

To the Stars and Back

"My brother and sister witches and wizards, I'm sure you are very well aware of the events that transpired several months ago at the British Ministry of Magic. And because of those events, our movement is at war with the British Ministry and several other Ministries around Europe and America." Gellert Grindelwald paced around the same athletic arena in Vienna where he'd given a speech many months earlier. He paced in a slow circle, the late summer heat bearing down upon him. Thousands of eyes studied him in silence as he continued,

"A lazy and incompetent Ministry. A murderer. Is there any one among you who would not have done what I did?" called Grindelwald. He was met with a cry from Vinda Rosier in the front row.

"We all support to the stars and back, Monsieur!"

A great cry went up then, a cry of affirmation. Grindelwald smirked a little and found Queenie's eyes where she stood beside Vinda. Queenie cradled her growing belly in her hands, showing off the round shape of it, and she nodded. Grindelwald waited for the cheers to die down, and he turned slowly to the other side of the arena.

"The time has come, brothers and sisters," he said, "for us all to fight against our enemies and do what is right. It will not be easy, but it is the right thing to do, and therefore we are left with no choice. We must fight to prevent the depravity and wickedness of the non-Magiques, the No-Majs, the Muggles. We must fight to emerge from the shadows. And we must fight to protect ourselves. We must fight, and we will do so together. All of us, hand in hand. Who is with me, for the Greater Good?"

Another huge cry went up, and then people started to illuminate their wands and hold them aloft. Grindelwald nodded slowly and screamed out over the noise of the crowd,

"For the Greater Good, my friends! For the Greater Good!"

Fifteen minutes later, he was dragging Queenie by her wrist into their quarters at Nurmengard.

"Slow down, honey; I can't walk that fast in heels," she giggled, but he pulled her through the door and slammed it shut, muttering,

"Colloportus."

"Queenie." Grindelwald felt an ache inside for her, a thrumming that went straight from his stomach down to his groin. It echoed up into his chest, and seemed to throb down his arms into his fingers. He wanted to take her up against the door, but that wasn't possible anymore, not with her sizeable belly. She was about six months along now, and she was certainly starting to feel the pregnancy heavily in her body. She was still thin and beautiful, somehow. Her face had filled out just a little, and her arms had a bit more meat on them, but she was still lithe and lovely. Vinda had seen to it that Queenie had been the recipient of an elegant, comfortable maternity wardrobe. Today she wore a simple black satin dress that was cut beneath her breasts to show off the curve of her stomach.

"I need you, Queenie," Grindelwald insisted. "I need you right now."

She curled up half of her mouth at him and stripped off the black dress, standing there with her breasts looking irresistible in pale green lace. She peeled off her knickers and shoved them down, kicking them aside with her shoes and stockings. Grindelwald dragged her over toward the bed, still fully clothed, and he pushed her very gently down onto the edge of the bed. Queenie arranged herself on her back, her bum on the edge of the bed, and Grindelwald rushed to unbutton his trousers. He aimed the Elder Wand between her legs and barked rather harshly,

"Gaudens Maxima."

"Ahh-ahhh!" Queenie arched up a little and fisted the blankets as she came hard. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her full lips parted. Grindelwald pressed his fingers between her legs and felt the contractions of her walls as she found her pleasure. Her climax was long and intense, and he smirked a little as his cock went more solid than ever in his trousers. He finally reached into his clothes and pulled himself out, shoving the trousers down and stroking his cock a few times.