{Guest Landing, Greengrass Manor, Sowhere in England}
{30th Oct 1991}
{3rd Person POV}
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Rigel stumbled as the sense of weightlessness and compression that frequently ca with the side-along apparition overwheld him. His grip on her small waist tightened montarily as he got his bearings right. His eyes took in the room they had arrived in.
It was a large room with an open entrance. He looked around and noticed that he was standing on a polished marble floor a few feet away from the entrance to the grand foyer of the Greengrass mansion. The room is expansive, with high, vaulted ceilings adorned with intricate frescoes depicting serene woodland scenes, likely enchanted to show the passage of the seasons. Crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a warm, inviting glow that reflects off the marble and illuminates the room in a soft, golden light.
The walls were lined with portraits of the people, likely the Greengrass ancestors, each elegantly frad and enchanted to nod or smile at passersby occasionally. Rich, deep green draperies frad tall, arched windows that offered glimpses of the beautifully manicured gardens outside. The scent of fresh flowers and a hint of magical incense perated the air, creating a sense of tranquility.
In the center of the foyer stands a grand staircase with ornately carved wooden banisters that sweep gracefully upwards to the upper floors. The steps are covered with a lush, erald-green carpet that muffles your footsteps, adding to the serene atmosphere.
On the other side of the foyer, a corridor leads to other parts of the mansion, each doorway hinting at further rooms and the promise of more magical wonders within the Greengrass estate. The overall ambiance is one of sophisticated charm and tiless elegance, with every detail ticulously maintained to reflect the noble heritage of the Greengrass family.
'Okay, wow, this place is big. I wonder if the Black family has sothing similar. I prefer sothing like this over the cramped apartnt in that dusty old building,' Rigel thought as he looked around.
Adorabella cleared her throat lightly, getting Rigel's attention back to her, "What do you think?"
"It's nice, feels smooth," Rigel said as he rubbed her waist slightly, his arm still around her.
"Are you really trying to ruin my dress? I don't want that cunt's juices wiped onto my clothes," Adorabella replied, her face twisted into a grimace.
'Yeah, she's aware, though I wonder why she didn't say anything. Don't tell she's thinking about blackmailing for access to the library or sothing.' Rigel thought. Did he regret playing with Narcissa a little bit? It had left him a little bit exposed, and according to Narcissa, Lucius had been itching for a way to declare an honor duel against .
'If this spreads, then life will beco difficult for both and Narcissa.'
"She's not that dirty, and that trial was quite frustrating. Lucius ruined so of my plans, so it's only right that Narcissa compensates a little." Rigel shrugged. He let go of her waist as he sensed her mana pulse.
'Was that disappointnt or relief?' His emotion sensing wasn't quite up to par yet.
"That it did. I was hoping for at least a few less influential mbers to fall, but it seems Lucius played well," Adorabella replied.
Her mana fluctuated again as she started walking, and Rigel followed behind her, swaying her hips. She was wearing a robe now, so it wasn't as erotic as before, but sothing was better than nothing.
"So, how did you end up with that?" She asked, finally unable to maintain her curiosity.
"Like what?" Rigel asked, tiptoeing around the topic.
"With you fingering the blonde slut in public. From what I know, she's quite reserved." Adorabella asked. Narcissa had always shied away from most of the intimate discussions during the parties. She always looked so high and mighty, looking down on others for giving in and enjoying so of the more obscene pleasures.
"She's reserved?" Rigel asked, his thoughts returning to fucking the blond in her wedding lingerie as he choked her and shook his head, "If she's reserved, I wonder what you are up to."
"I have my instances. Now tell , how did you ta her?" Adorabella asked. She seed insistent on wanting to know, and as long as she wasn't blackmailing him, Rigel didn't mind indulging her.
"I can't tell you much about what happened, but she kind of got addicted to the pleasure," Rigel replied.
"Addicted to the pleasure, huh?" Adorabella humd. "Did the sa thing happen with Rita? She suddenly switched sides and started attacking the Malfoys."
"Well... yeah," Rigel admitted. It wasn't a hard reach, and lying anymore would just be counterproductive. Plus, with the vibes she was giving him, she didn't feel like the type who was going for the blackmail route.
"So both Narcissa and Rita, huh..." Adorabella giggled at that. Rigel gave her a questioning look, and she elaborated, "It's kind of funny that Lucius is bleeding money while all you had to do was fuck Rita to bring his entire empire under scrutiny from Aurors."
"Well, Rita is indeed scary. She has so much dirt on everyone that it's a good thing she's addicted to my cock." Rigel replied. He turned the nature of his words into a little obscenity to see how she would react.
"All it does is make wonder how crazy it really is..." She spoke as her eyes darted down toward Rigel's crotch.
"You don't have to wonder, you know. I promised myself to Daphne for tomorrow, but until late into midnight, you can taste it all you like." Rigel prompted, his eyes turning to the screen before him as he looked at her requirent list. He hadn't looked at it before simply because they hadn't crossed paths, and he was here for Daphne, but with how she was acting, he sensed a chance.
'Yup, I was correct in classifying her as the ultimate Bimbo when I t her last.'
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AN—I wanted to start the scene with Adorabella in this Chapter, but then decided against it. Instead, I want your opinion on how she looks and any final changes in her appearance, if any, before I set her paraters.
P.S- 50 Chapters on P.atreon!
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