White Velvet
Challenge Ten: Pride and Prejudice
Title: White Velvet
Author: seaislewitch
Main wizard: Orion Black (1929 - 1979)
Characters: Walburga Black and Lucretia Black Prewett
Rating/Warnings: PG-13/R - non-graphic sexual situations between canon second cousins
Genres: Romance/Drama, Romance/Humour
Word count: Exactly 500
Prompt: #16 Grimmauld Place
Having just returned from a ten-year hedonistic odyssey, I decided to host a winter soirée at my new London address, formerly owned by my late Uncle Regulus. The terms of my inheritance were harsh: I must wed appropriately before my thirtieth birthday or lose both Grimmauld Place and the gold.
Lucretia relished the post of matchmaker for her brother, and she promptly arranged the lavish affair, inviting every available pure-blood maiden. The remainder of the guest list consisted of family and married couples; there was no point in inviting the competition.
I stood handsomely in the drawing room, surrounded by fair damsels, when a vision in white made a grand entrance. Her dark hair was loosely swept up, and her ample bosoms were tantalizingly displayed. I watched surreptitiously as she engaged in a tête-à-tête with Lucretia.
"Orion," a husky voice whispered. "I see you have returned at last."
"I see you have become a goddess in my absence," I replied smoothly, turning to her. It was true; she used to be a shy, morbid girl, whom I secretly admired.
Her red lips begged to be kissed, and I manoeuvred her willingly into my private study, sealing the door behind us. She draped herself on the arm of the desk chair, ready for my ravishment.
"Do you remember our kissing cousins game?"
"I need a reminder."
Walburga patted the seat; I sat.
"It went something like this," she whispered, moving onto my lap.
I wasted no time in thrusting my tongue into her mouth. My hands wandered, touching her milky white skin, which was as velvety as her robes. She felt exquisite as I took her passionately atop the desk.
~*~
I didn't see her again until a fine spring evening, three months later. I was composing a letter when she arrived unexpectedly.
"Walburga, you lovely minx." Truthfully, she wasn't beautiful, but she was striking, even without the white velvet.
She smiled demurely. "What has kept you so busy that you could not call on your favourite cousin?"
"Courting young maidens, as you very well know."
"Whatever for?"
She slinked over, straddling me and pushing her breasts in my face. I could not resist her lasciviousness. This time, she took me atop the desk.
"Orion, I am carrying your heir," she said, pinning my arms so I had to look at up her, just as she used to do to me as a child.
My post-clitoral bliss vanished.
"You will not abandon me as before."
"I did no such thing."
"You did, but you won't ever again."
I gazed up at her, knowing she had planned this.
"It's a wizard?"
She nodded once, closing her eyes. "The magic is never wrong."
"Alright," I replied, thinking of my inheritance. At least I knew what to expect with her; we were companionable and our bedchamber -- and study -- would be well used. There were worse things than marrying your lustful cousin.
We were united for life the very next weekend. Until death will we part.
~ The End ~
Author's Notes:
You can marry a cousin in England, courtesy of Henry VIII who changed the law to marry his cousin: Wedding Guide UK.
A scientific take on the subject from Discover magazine: Go ahead -- marry your cousin.