happilyeverbeginning | were you just being kind / or am i losing my mind (scrooge x magica)

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were you just being kind / or am i losing my mind (scrooge x magica)

Lord Scrooge had been gone for five years, and at last had returned to the fair country even richer than before. Many rumors were buzzing about what transpired overseas, and what prompted his return. No doubt it was because his nephew was at the right time to marry, and he definitely wanted his assets in good hands. A welcome part of sorts was thrown together, despite Scrooge detesting such affairs.

The ball was in full swing by the time Magica and her brother arrived, him jabbering away about nonsense she couldn't care about. Her mind was elsewhere - it felt like an eternity since she'd last seen Lord Scrooge, and she had hoped her burning feelings for him were gone. Yet here she was, dressed to the nines, her heart racing. Would she see him as the adult woman she was now - or still as a child? She could never hope to win his heart. The sooner she moved on, the better.

She told herself she could change her heart, and for a good moment, honestly believed it. There were many eligible bachelors here tonight, many good in coin as they were in manners. But her eyes scoured the room, and the moment she spotted Scrooge from a distance, her chest seized, and all those awful feelings rushed back more intense than ever.

All the confidence she had died instantly - she didn't feel like a woman anymore, but like the little girl she used to be when she first met him...

... Back when she was first learning to play the piano, and detested it. Her patience was growing thin, and she held back a grumble, glaring at the keys, as if it was their fault she played so badly.

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Magica easily slid into the chair, still trying to keep as close to him as possible. Her body begged for more, wanting to be completely claimed, and it was taking every ounce of will to fight off those instincts. She couldn't afford to scare him off now, when she finally had him.

Now that they were "together", the next delicious step was inevitable. Knowing how traditional Scrooge was, perhaps they wouldn't even reach that step until after the wedding. It would be difficult to wait... but if he didn't press it, it was a willing sacrifice. They had time... they had each other.

She cradled his cheek in her hand as they continued to kiss, back and forth, breathless between their lips. She wanted to memorize every inch of his mouth, slowly taking him in, even if it meant forgetting how to breathe. He was so gentle, but strong... she wanted those lips all over her body.

She shifted against him, and groaned quietly as she felt how aroused he'd become. To think he could repress his desires this deeply! It made her want to play a little more... her other hand fiddled with the top button of his shirt, threatening to slide open, but not just yet.

Scrooge had to make an effort to make sure that his hands didn't find their way forward on their own. It was hard for him to be reasonable, but it was important to him. One did not immediately touch a woman in this way, especially not the love of his life.

Even if the woman was anything but reserved and chaste. He smiled into the kiss as he felt her hands on his shirt.

If she longed for it, why not? His own honor was worthless against the desire to give her everything that was decent at that time.

He let her go for a moment and loosened the cloth around his neck and then finally got rid of his jacket, so that only his shirt remained.

Then he couldn't resist being separated from her lips anymore and wrapped his arms around her tender body to be close to her.

Before he found her lips again, he kissed her shoulder and neck demanding as much as her dress allowed access to her skin.

"Oh, yes..." She moaned, tilting her head so he could kiss more of her neck. "Oh, Scrooge." It was if he could read her mind and knew exactly what she wanted.

Her hands ran up and down his muscled chest, fingers tracing the fine lines. He really was the perfect man with the perfect build.

She snuggled up to him as close as their bodies would allow, and she began to lightly tug down on one of her sleeves. It was only fair, after all, since he'd given her such a nice view of his body... she couldn't undress completely given their position, but she could expose more of her cleavage.

Their lips met again, and again, and again, endlessly, and she never wanted it to stop. She wanted to be like this forever.

It was all right for him that she opened his shirt and stroked his naked chest. Every touch of her hands felt like fire on his skin. A pleasant fire that burned his entire body.

But then he noticed what she was up to. Gently he grabbed her hands and kept her from exposing herself. He kissed her fingers and looked her apologetically in the eyes.

"Please dont, Magica, not now, not like this. We have already gone much too far..."

He kissed her tenderly, didn't want her to think he wouldn't want her, hoped she would understand.

"You are too precious for me to take everything from you on the first day. I want to take my time to give your body the respect and recognition that it deserves."

He caressed her cheek. "Do you think it's possible for you to wait a little bit so that we can take it slower? Forgive an old man this quirk."

For a brief second, fear entered Magica's heart - was he rejecting her? Had she come on too strong? But when he explained himself, relief swept through her, and she smiled.

"Forgive me, darling." Now that they were together, why not call him with something a little more fond? "I lost myself... you're just so irresistible." A small giggle - and Magica never giggled! "I've waited this long... I can wait a little longer."

Content, she laid her head on his shoulder. Everything he said was just another reason to love him. A true gentleman, a kind man, respectful, honest, devoted... in an odd way, making her stop only made her more sure that he wanted her.

She closed her eyes, blissful, enjoying being held by him. As much as she craved pleasure, she didn't need it - she had also wanted these sweet moments of merely being with him as his intended. "I have you now... that's all I could ever want."

He smiled tenderly and lifted her right onto his lap. Just like he used to do when he cradled her to sleep in her sick bed.

"Believe me, you are just as irresistible and it takes all my willpower to be reasonable. But I would like to be, so thank you for understanding."
He tenderly pressed her tighter to his, still exposed, breast and lovingly stroked her back and arms.

"I love you..."

He whispered in her ear.
Yes, he loved her, may shame fall upon him, he loved her.

"Would you stay with me tonight? Even if we don't go any further? I want nothing more than to sleep with you in my arms and see your face first thing in the morning".

He kissed her deeply and intimately.

"Then your mother won't notice either that you can't move because of sore muscles..." He added a moment later dryly.

"I'll stay with you as long as you want." One day, she hoped soon, there would be a time where she would call this mansion home, and she'd never have to leave.

She intertwined their hands together, nuzzling her beak affectionately under his own before meeting his kiss, softer and sweeter than before. It wasn't as fiery and passionate as moments ago, but instead was tender and smooth.

But at the notion of her mother, she scoffed. "Maybe when she finds out about us, we'll catch a break and she'll die of shock..." She then resumed snuggling, not wanting to think about that horrid woman. "But I'll only share your bed if you hold me as we sleep." A little teasing, as she kissed his cheek.

It gave him a tiny sting that she didn't react to his words of love. But since she didn't shy away from it in any way, he decided not to give it much thought. It was not easy for everyone to say these words and as long as she gazed at him with that happy look in her eyes, everything was fine.

He was ashamed, but even if she did not love him, as long as she wanted to be at his side, he could hold and protect her.

There remained only a subliminal feeling of concern in his heart, but since he could not place it where it came from. He ignored it and blamed his insecurity on having no experience with feelings.

He might be old, but Magica was the only one who had ever stimulated anything in his heart and body.
He held her a little tighter.

"I will hold you and let you go only if you wish." He marbled at her remark.
"What do you say we get back to tea?" He winked at her cheerfully.

However, he didn't think it was time to let her go and it ended up her sitting on his lap feeding each other the delicious cake.

They had Magica's mother deliver a message that Lord Scrooge de Bourgh wanted company to inform him of everything that had happened in his absence. Since he and Magica were familiar since her childhood, the choice naturally fell on her and thus would spend some days on his estate. This would at least reassure the petty woman and make her proud of her daughter.

During the night he held her firmly in his arms as promised. He was touched how much she trusted him. Without any problems she fell asleep, with this beautiful, contented smile on her lips.
Scrooge couldn't sleep so fast, as far as the weak light of the moon would allow him to, he looked at her pretty face.

The feeling of affection and love that spread through him was infinite. Never had he held anything so precious in his arms as her. He was sure if something should happen to her, he could not go on living without her.

He felt her snuggle up a little closer to him while asleep and deepened the embrace.

If only this inexplicable feeling of fear were not there...

Magica slept easily in his arms, happier than she'd been in a long time. Life couldn't get any better than this - now that she had the man she wanted, she never had to put on a facade to her family or society again. She was Scrooge's equal, and would one day be his bride.

She had no idea about the sliver of doubt she accidentally put in Scrooge's heart - why say words of love when it was clearly understood? Surely Scrooge must've known how devoted Magica was to him, why else would he be with her? He was a man of class and dignity.

That night in his arms, she never felt more safe. It was if nothing in the world could hurt her. She always knew he'd be there for her, protect her... she'd known it for a long time, even when she was young...

... Magica's mother wanted her children to marry into richer families, and so as a result, she hired the best tutors money could buy. She made Magica feel guilty, into agreeing this was for the best - Scrooge had a business empire to run, he couldn't waste his precious time constantly teaching Magica this and that. As a result, she spent less time with her mentor, and missed him terribly.

Things came to a head one day as Scrooge was picking up his nephew. Magica wanted to see Scrooge, but she was already deep in a lesson with her tutor, stuck in her room as he prattled on... but soon the older man was making it clear he had a very different lesson in mind for her.

"Let me go... I said let me go!"

Scrooge was, as so often, annoyed by Magica's mother and her interference. His nephew had told him that Magica was now taught by a private teacher. Fehtry and he had eavesdropped at the door and learned that the mother thought Magica was wasting Scrooge's time if she received lessons from him.
Who was that woman to determine his time? But Magica had believed her mother and didn't want to harm him. So it came that they saw each other quite rarely lately.

With Donald he had once talked in peace, so that he had discarded his jealousy on Magica.
Now he confined himself again with his best friend to making fun of the girlfriend who was raving about his uncle.
Childish banter where Magica only rolled her eyes.

Now Scrooge had finally found the opportunity to pick up his nephew again. Mrs Bingpap told him that Magica was in a lesson. But Lord Scrooge de Bourgh didn't let him stop him from looking after her. What the mother accepted with a deep bow before him.

He wondered anyway that she didn't come to him. On each of his visits, she had come running as soon as even his carriage could be seen from the window, no matter if it was a lesson or not.

So he was just on his way to the study room to check on her when he heard Magica's loud voice.

For a moment he paused outside the door to continue listening, perhaps he had appeared at a bad time and it was only because of the lack of context that the situation sounded so threatening. But no, Magica's voice was deboned and because he knew her so well, he heard the panic that she knew how to hide.

Vigorously he opened the door to the room. He saw the alleged teacher holding Magica by her wrist and trying to put his other hand around her hip as she fought him wildly.

Scrooge saw red.

One moment his gaze fell onto Magica's eyes, then there was no holding back.

"Let her go..."

With two steps he was with the bastard who looked at him with his eyes wide open. Lord Scrooge de Bourgh was a famous and infamous man.
He grabbed him by the arm and released Magica from his grip. Before the man could even orient himself, Scrooge punched him in the face with all his might.
Whimpering in pain, the man fell to the ground, barely in consciousness.

Scrooge grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back to his feet. "What did you do to her?" He growled at him, his voice was so threatening that even a bear had fled from him.

In response, he received only a few moaning, fearful apologies. Mercilessly Scroog dragged the man to the door and kicked him to land on the ground again. Full of panic the man staggered howling out of the house.

Later Scrooge made sure that he could never let his face be recognized in the society again. His house was sold and the man was never seen in the village again. Months later, rumours were heard that the former tutor struggled with illegal begging in London.

Scrooge had completely destroyed his life. For all time. And that only because death would have been too merciful for this guy who dared to touch Magica against her will...

For a while now, the tutor had made many "hints" that he wanted Magica, and she was terrified that this day she wouldn't be able to stop him. So when Scrooge appeared in the doorway like some novel hero, she was full of relief. There were tears in her eyes that she had tried in vain to fight off.

Once the wicked man had been cast from the house, she run into Scrooge's arms, clinging to him tightly, all but sobbing. Although she had tried to act older than she was, she was till very young. "Scrooge, I..." She moaned into his chest, still frightened even though the villain was long gone. "Thank you, thank you... H-He wouldn't stop, he..."

Of course, all this noise didn't go unnoticed by the family, especially Magica's mother. She stared as the tutor fled from the house, then began to march to Magica's room. "Magica! What did you do! Do you have any idea how much we are paying for your lessons, you..." She trailed off as she saw Scrooge there, his vicious anger silencing her.

Immediately his strong arms closed around Magica and he held her tight. Protective, reassuring only concerned to take away her fear.

He lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes. "Magica, has he done you any more harm? Was I too late?"

He closed his eyes briefly to regain his composure, he was still furious and trembled with anger. If only he had been here earlier. HIS Magica almost came to harm. No, she already was harmed, he hadn't protected her.

Then Magicas mother finally stormed into the room and the look he threw at her was devastating.

"Don't you dare blame Magica! This pig wanted to touch her unseemly. I'll make sure his reputation is gone forever, and if you lose another word about Magica being to blame, it's the same for you!"

It was the first time he threatened her mother openly.

Tenderly he looked at Magica again and stroked her cheek in a soothing way. She was still so young, but in the eyes of most men she was already a woman. Of course he could also see her beauty. But he would rather pull out an arm than touch her immorally.

Magica had become his one and only with time. His closest acquaintance and friend. His pupil, his life.

"If it's all right with you, I'll take over as your tutor from now on. And if I can't arrange it, or if I lack the necessary knowledge. I will appoint my substitute."

He just gave the mother a side glance to see if she dared to disagree.
"Do you trust me, Magica?"

Magica's mother bit her tongue, not daring to say a word. Magica herself took some small joy from seeing her mother put in her place - a part of her wondered if her mother wanted her to marry that disgusting tutor, and thus had ignored everything up until now. She wouldn't put it past her.

Magica sniffled, wiping her tears away with her hand. "N-No, he didn't... He didn't get that far." Scrooge had come in the nick of time. He really was her savior.

Once she managed to calm down, she tried to straighten herself out, reluctantly letting go of Scrooge. She didn't want him to see her as a child, even if she still felt afraid. What did she have to be scared of, now that he had made such a generous offer? She nodded numbly. "Y-Yes... yes, of course. I trust you more than anyone, Scrooge!"

The first time she had called Scrooge by his name and not his title in front of her mother. She might pay for it later, but right now she didn't care. He'd saved her from being defiled, she owed him everything.

The mother pulled the air in sharply "Magica! How dare you speak to His Lordship in this succinct manner?" But when she caught Scrooge's gaze, she was silent. Why did this mighty man have found such a liking for her incompetent daughter? Sure, as a tutor he would guarantee the best education a woman could get, that would help Magica later to get a rich husband.

Even if she found that the now former teacher had been more than she had ever hoped for her daughter. Sure, she wasn't ugly, but just because of her unusual hair color she wasn't a number one candidate for potential husbands.

"Your Lordship... Your offer is really very generous, but I'm afraid we can't afford to pay you as a tutor..." She started intimidated.

Scrooge almost rolled his eyes at her. "I don't ask for money. Your daughter's company is reward enough for me."
He had only hesitantly let go of Magica. He could feel that she was still trembling with fear, but tried to be strong. The strength of her spirit filled him as always with pride.

Anger began to bubble up inside Magica. How dare Magica speak to him that way? How dare mother act like this! Her fear gave way to rage, and her fingers curled up into fists. It was her fault Magica had been put in danger, that she had been separated from Lord Scrooge, and now was threatening it again.

No more... she wasn't going to take this anymore!

"Honestly, mother..." Her voice sounded unusually calm despite what just happened. "Turning down such an offer... do you want us to become a laughingstock?"

Before the older woman could reply, Magica stepped forward, glaring but smiling. "Lord Scrooge's generosity is rare when it doesn't benefit him financially. This is known throughout the entire country. So to reject it would make our family seem like arrogant fools, and our reputation would plummet and never recover... forget about any marriages I would have, but Fethry would never find a suitable woman for himself."

She then scoffed, crossing her arms. "For someone who claims to want whats best for the family, you seem to be very ignorant about what that entails. Whereas if we took his offer, everyone would want to know what makes our family so special that it garners Lord Scrooge's attention. We'd be invited to the highest of society parties, flooded with marriage requests, and all our future business endeavors would be seen in a positive light."

She had rarely spoken back against her mother - it was as if years of resentment all flooded out at once. "So, I'll do you a favor, and accept his tutelage... you're welcome, mother."

On the outside, his facial expression was serious. But inside he had to smile at Magica's words. Finally she dared to raise the word against her mother. Again a wave of pride and affection flooded him.

Playfully he put his hands on her shoulders and whispered in her ear "Well, now I feel used, mylady". In his voice sounded youthful mischief. Even though he didn't like the prospect of potential candidates for Magica's hand at all. He had become quite possessive over the yearswith her. In his opinion there was no worthy husband for her.

Hands further on Magicas shoulder, he turned again to the mother. "Madam, you still fail to realize your daughter's potential that I have seen since I first met her. No man in his right mind would ever reject her and if he did, he is not worthy of her." He gave her a sharp look. "So, do you have more platitude to contribute or do you accept my offer?"

Wordlessly the mother nodded.

Flippantly, Magica tossed some of her hair over her shoulder. "Now then... I believe Lord Scrooge came here to pick up his nephew. We'll be able to arrange a proper schedule in the future, and I suggest you to speak to father about it... In fact, you probably have a lot to discuss."

In other words, 'get out'. Magica's mother trembled slightly in rage and fear, before slowly leaving the room. Magica exhaled deeply, amazed she was able to get it all out. She looked up at Scrooge, grateful, with a small smile on her lips.

"... Thank you, Scrooge. For everything. I promise... I won't make you regret this."

"I'm sure of it, Magica..."

Granted, it was unusual for Scrooge that his relationship with Magica had changed so drastically. He didn't have to worry about whether he looked at her for too long, whether his touches were perhaps inappropriate. No, all that and more was suddenly allowed and he caught himself in false restraint because he hadn't really worked it out yet.

At first he was quite shocked that Magica suddenly spoke to him so tenderly with "Darling" and snuggled up to him uninhibitedly. So long she had been his pupil, much too short he was aware of his changed feelings for her. Well, changed was probably said too much, deepened, fitted better!

He loved her, there was not the slightest doubt. He would kill for her.
But suddenly he felt next to her like the inexperienced youth and she was the tutor. She seemed to know so much more exactly what she wanted from him. Each of her touches made his heart beat wildly and he just couldn't escape her.
She was so beautiful, so determined, so infinitely seductive.

Several times already they had almost been discovered by servants because suddenly he could not hold back any longer to pull her to himself and kiss her endlessly.

Magica never resisted, on the contrary, she was like a blazing fire.

Once he had accidentally burst into her room as she was washing herself, her hand between her legs. Fortunately her back was turned towards him.
Magica herself hadn't even flinched that he saw her like that, but the blood had shot in his face and he had turned around until she was dressed again.

With her in the house, he wasn't bored for a second and in his inner self there was this pleasant feeling of affection.

It almost hurt how much he loved her.

Magica was trying to restrain herself... trying, but not exactly succeeding. She had wanted him for ages, and now that she had him, it was difficult not to go overboard. He wanted to wait, and she wanted to respect that... but with every kiss, she could feel his resistance weakening. Maybe it was just a matter of time before he broke - and would that be such a bad thing?

Soon, she would have to return home and announce their relationship. It was only proper. But for their last night together, Magica decided she had to make it special. Was it so wrong for them to give into their desires before she had a ring? He wanted her, he made it clear... so, in a sense, she was helping him.

As Scrooge tended to his paperwork, Magica quietly put her plan into action - dismissing the servants for the night, so there wouldn't be any interruptions. Then after dinner, she told a white lie that she was exhausted and would go to bed early. In reality, she headed to the guest room to prepare herself - before the visit, she had packed a few things, "just in case".

It took a few tries to get the "position" right, but eventually she got it. Now all she had to do was wait until Scrooge came to bed.

When he opened the door, she was waiting for him - she had tied her wrists to the headboard with her hair ribbon, and was only wearing a thin, white nightgown that exposed just about everything. She licked her lips, laying on her side, gazing intently at him.

"I thought you might want some dessert after dinner, darling~" She purred, curious to see if his resistance would pull through. She really hoped it didn't.

Scrooge couldn't really concentrate on his work. He always had to think that Magica would leave him tomorrow. Actually he didn't want that, but it was time to make public that he had chosen a bride. So far not even his nephew knew and they had agreed that he would talk to Donald when Magica prepared her parents for Scrooge's visit.

It also got him that she was so exhausted that she went to bed early. Usually she would sit in the study with him when he was working through his papers. She was always very interested in what was going on and he could talk to her about it easily.

It left him no peace and thus he also went to bed early today. Wanted to see how Magica was doing, was already looking forward to being able to hold her again in his arms.

Unexpectedly he opened the bedroom door and remained standing in the door frame as if struck by lightning.

This woman...

After a short moment of surprise, a lecherous smile lay on his face.
He got rid of his spats and as he walked towards the bed without looking away from her, he grazed his jacket off his shoulders and opened the buttons of his shirt so that she had a good view of his muscular chest.

But as much as he liked the sight of her in this lightly clothed state, he didn't like her being tied up.

He couldn't explain why, he knew it was a sign of trust, and that honored him very much...

Carefully he climbed up to her on the bed and bent over her.

"Magica my love..."

He kissed her tenderly and felt how she rebelled against the restraints to approach him.

Her body almost invited to be touched by him. Under the thin shirt he could see her well-formed breasts, which he still hadn't touched yet.
Full of desire he looked at her for a moment, his eyes already dark with lust. Nevertheless he ignored this tender part of her body and stroked her arms up to the bondage.

"Please Magica... I don't like to see you being tied up, may I untie you?" He turned all red with embarrassment.

Maybe he was just too old-fashioned for this kind of pleasures. But to see her like this reinforced this undefined, uncomfortable feeling that had been creeping him since they first kissed each other.

But what was it?

Magica sighed happily as they kissed - it appeared there would be no resistance at all tonight. As their bodies touched, her entire body felt on fire. Her legs were already starting to spread, wanting to accept him openly, hips gyrating to his. There would be no interruptions tonight, she was sure of it, so they could take their time pleasuring one another. Whatever he wanted, she would give, over and over...

She loved that ravenous look in his eyes - like a wild beast that hadn't been tamed. She adored his strength, his power, his determination - yet he could still be a gentleman. She nearly giggled at his sweet question, kissing his cheek when he was close enough.

"Just think of me as a present you've been wanting to unwrap." She purred to his ear, rubbing her leg up against his. "You've been a very good boy, so I think you're allowed to have it early."

Relieved, he released her bonds and devoted a moment to her wrists. Of course she hadn't tied herself very tight, but the ribbon had left traces. Tenderly he kissed the reddened areas.

Finally he bent over her again so that he could see her face, his weight resting on his arms so that he barely touched her. "You, on the other hand, are a very naughty girl..."

Again he kissed her, unable to escape her courtship. Actually, it wasn't appropriate to do such a thing before they were married. But as long as they loved each other... as long as she really wanted to...

Very carefully he stroked his fingers along her side, drew the perfect hourglass shape of her waist. Then he stroked a finger over her belly. Didn't dare to touch her elsewhere yet.

But he wanted it. He wanted her.

As she rubbed her leg against him the light shirt she was wearing slipped and her beautiful legs were even more visible.

And how tempting it was... how easy would it be to slide his hand down her body to her sweetest spot?

He straightened up deliberately and pulled her up with him. His hands grabbed the hem of her shirt and with one last look into her eyes, he grazed it over her head. Tenderly his hands drove up her arms. When the last disturbing piece of clothing had disappeared, he pulled her close to himself and kissed her passionately again, sank back with her on the bed.

His gaze scurried along her body. "May..." He swallowed heavily. " May I really touch you? Everywhere?"

How he wanted to know how her tender breasts would feel under his hands. And the thought of what it would be like to sink deep into her left him no peace.
Why did she make it so hard for him to be reasonable?

Magica was, admittedly, glad to have been untied. She did want to touch him, feel him, and once she was free she did exactly that. She ran her fingers on his arms, his toned chest, she wanted all of it. She wanted to be patient, but she also wanted everything now.

So when he slid off her nightgown, she offered no resistance, holding up her arms so it came off easily. Feeling Scrooge's eyes roam all over her naked body made her feel even more exposed. She could be real with him... she could be who she really was. Nothing hidden, everything shown. She trusted him more than anyone - she meant it as a child, and she meant it now.

"Yes," she murmured as he asked her, affectionately stroking his whiskers. "I want you to touch me everywhere... I want you to kiss me everywhere. I want everything from you."

Another kiss, deeper this time - and to prove how much lust she'd been keeping inside, she slid her tongue into his mouth, giving him an extra taste of what she desired. If she had to teach him, she wouldn't mind - they had a lifetime to learn together.

It was surprising when he touched her tongue but it felt good. She was so hot and soft and eager he started caressing her with his. Sank deeper and deeper into the kiss, took everything she offered him.

After endless time he detached himself from her, he almost forgot that he had to breathe as if her touch and kiss alone were enough to live. One last time he looked into her eyes and then, first very carefully, touched her breasts. Already after the first small contact he knew he would never be able to stop.

So infinitely silky were the feathers in this place and so soft and warm her breasts. As if they were just made to fit perfectly into his hand.

He couldn't resist and also lowered his lips to the tender buds that stood out under the plumage. Stroke tenderly with his tongue around them.

He was lost, his restraint lay in ruins. If she did not stop him, no one would.

Of course she wouldn't stop him, it was what she'd been craving. She closed her eyes as his lips explored her, moaning quietly. He could be so gentle, only with her. She had imagined this scenario so many times in her dreams, but it felt so much better in reality.

As her pleasure began to build, her breasts began to harden, becoming more sensitive as he rolled his tongue across her. Her fingers clutched the bed sheets - a few small actions and she was already overcome! No other woman deserved to know his talent.

She managed to calm down, a little, and ran her fingers through his head feathers. She encouraged him to taste all he like, she wanted to support whatever he wanted. Would he taste her all over? What kind of hidden desires would he show her? She wanted to receive them all, do whatever he wanted.

A spark went through her after another warm kiss to her flesh, and she gave an accidental thrust in response, her body acting without her mind. "Oh, Scrooge, darling..."

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