Fate's Rewrite

It took a while to sate Emma so that she could dress before we left for a special date.

Though, as she walked next to me, wearing nothing but a white tube top that was tight enough to reveal the absence of underwear, and a skirt short enough that there was only a moment of carelessness between her and revealing her lack of panties.

She was beautiful, something that was shown obvious we passed through the VIP entrance of the door -courtesy of the magic of a few hundred dollar bills I had slipped to the bouncer- as we stepped one of the most popular clubs in Australia.

Emma relished the attention, the sway of her hips little to do with the stilettos she was wearing. Not that surprising, considering she was enjoying her career as a pornstar.

And I didn't mind showing Emma off as well, confident in my wards to prevent any drunk from getting handsy. Not to mention, it was a special joy to take Emma where anyone could see her.

"Should we find a seat, or should we dance," I whispered into her ear, lucky that another convenient spell allowed us to speak without shouting despite the deafening boom of the music -and another small spell to make sure she ignored just how unnatural it was.

"Definitely dancing," she whispered, her body already rubbing against mine as she grabbed my hand and started dragging toward the crowded dance floor, her smile shouting that she was fully aware of her sexiness. Admittedly, she was right. I strongly suspected that she had made her daughter supply her some select potions to maintain her appearance, because despite her age, she barely looked in her late twenties, and that was only because of her naturally mature face and usual serious expression. Her body still rivaled many teenagers, but with a delicious hourglass figure only maturity could bring.

No wonder our movies were making amazing money.

I wrapped around her curvy figure as her feet started tapping energetically with the music. Admittedly, she wasn't a great dancer, only a barely passable one, but with the way she dressed, she hadn't had to be to get the attention of everyone that surrounded us. I wrapped my arms tightly around her to make sure everyone got the message she belonged to me, before I let my hands wander over her body.

We weren't the only one that was essentially finishing the foreplay phase with our clothes on, after all. Darkness, together with the copious amount of alcohol, had loosened the morals of many other people.

It didn't take long for us to start fooling around while dancing. Despite what one might expect, I wasn't even the one that first pushed it out of the safe zone. She started it by pressing her ass against my crotch while making excuses to bend over, and with her lack of panties, what might have been just a simple sexy dance move turned into a deliciously erotic scene, but alternating darkness and flashing lights were enough to prevent any possible voyeur to realize what was going on.

"The music is so good," Emma moaned in excitement as her hips started to move, making me wonder whether Hermione would be more shocked if she had seen her mother whose memories she had modified unnecessarily in the club, acting like a girl in early twenties trying to find a sugar daddy, than the time she realized her mother was working as an adult movie star in the middle of a fucking porn cinema while being fucked.

Naturally, my hands were all over her as we danced, the thinness of her clothing -or the distinct lack of underwear- not exactly helping her to blunt the impact of my touch, enhancing her already-high excitement. Time went by as we teased and flirted, though I didn't push for more. Not yet, at least.

Before I could change those plans, however, a petite redhead stumbled toward our side, looking as uncomfortable as a cute hummingbird fallen into the water. Despite her cuteness, she was wearing a clearly cheap black little dress that didn't fit her body perfectly, and her poorly applied makeup further suggested that she wasn't exactly used to the club scene. Still, despite her relatively poor dress, she was deliciously beautiful.

"Do you mind if I danced with you guys a bit?" she asked, forced to shout to be heard over the music, but even as she said so, she gazed toward a corner. It was a momentary glance, but it was enough for me to notice a tall boy, also barely in his twenties, sitting in a corner, glaring daggers at her. His general clothing wasn't any more fitting than hers to such a club.

How cute, I thought even as caught the eye of the boy, peeking through his mind. They decided to celebrate their anniversary in the club, both trying to show the other that they were wordy and hip because of their otherwise hesitant relationship, but their memories told that after arriving, the boy chickened from getting on the dance floor.

Her memories told that she came to us because we looked sexy enough to make her boyfriend jealous, but safe because we were clearly a couple.

Too bad for her that I had the morals of a hungry wolf when confronted with prey, and she definitely counted as one. At this point, I could have used magic to smooth over the process, but where would be fun in that. No, a cute muggle girl in a club, trying to use me to make her jealous… The only right way was to use proper seduction.

Of course, that didn't mean I used no magic. I quickly established a ward around us, preventing the others from paying close attention to what we were doing, but then, I decided to add a clause to the ward, and excluded the boyfriend from it.

He could stop us anytime. He just needed to show the courage to come and drag her girlfriend away.

All of those thoughts happened in a second, before I nodded to Emma with a shark-like smile. She was quick to understand my intention. "Of course, sweetheart, the more, the merrier," she said even as she grabbed her and pulled her between us before pressing her body against hers, her lips dangerously close to her neck, like she was about to start leaving hickeys.

I ignored the boyfriend as I put my hands on her waist, swaying together with her. But the presence of Emma's tits pressing against hers was so distracting that she barely paid attention to my hands as they danced around her waist, occasionally dipping down to the small of her back.

She didn't notice it, because she was far too distracted by Emma's aggressive hands. As minutes passed, Emma had to say more than once that they were both girls, and there was no harm in getting a little frisky. The redhead seemed to disagree at first, but a glance at her jealous boyfriend was enough to steel her resolve, and she stayed, unaware that my soft hands were the reason for her boyfriend's fury.

I didn't exactly pity him. His long-term girlfriend was being fondled on the dance floor, but the only thing he could do was to look impotently. And I didn't even use any spell to affect his courage.

I ignored him for a while more. Only after songs changed twice, I made eye contact with him with a big smirk, just as I put my hand on her waist to make her bend forward, her tight little ass pressing against my crotch. After dancing ten minutes with Emma's aggressive caressing and occasional whispers, his girlfriend followed the clue of my touch almost reflexively, realizing her mistake only when she felt the clear presence of my shaft buried between her cheeks.

Then, Emma was on the task, distracting her by letting her hands slip under her dress, caressing her inner thigh. The shock of that was enough for her to ignore me once more, giving me the opportunity to intensify my treatment. It wasn't long after that her body was conveniently locked between us, two pairs of hands slowly exploring her body.

She seemed to have an expression of panic at the sudden turn of events, and I fully expected her to leave, but when she looked at her boyfriend, only to see him still sitting in his seat, she changed her mind.

Sometimes, anger was the best aphrodisiac.

Her hips started to move in rhythm without being led despite my shaft lodged between her cheeks, while Emma started to pass the pretense and started kissing her neck. I was amused that the last part didn't particularly intensify the impotent jealousy of her boyfriend, so I leaned in as well, and started kissing the other side of her neck.

That alarmed her, but considering the way her hips picked up speed, it was nothing compared to the arousal she felt. That angered the boyfriend quite a bit more, but he continued to sit.

I scoffed in amusement even as I pulled back slightly, but only to reverse the situation. A pull later, she was facing me, and her back was occupied by Emma.

Her beautiful lips parted in panic, but before she could say anything, I was already on her lips, kissing her aggressively. After a moment of tenseness, she loosened, the shock and arousal doing wonders, especially combined with the hypnotizing music and the anger she felt toward her passive boyfriend.

So much that she reacted too late when Emma's hands slipped under her little dress, caressing her ass, only reacting when her panties fell around her knees. She tried to pull back as Emma's hands disappeared under her skirt in a rhythmical manner that left no doubt about what she was doing there.

I didn't bother paying attention to her boyfriend, not when her disobedience soon disappeared and she actually started kissing back, enticed by the atmosphere. She was so far out of her comfort zone that she had lost control, like a kite in a storm.

And the combination of me and Emma surely represented a storm. I continued to kiss her aggressively while Emma fingered her. I was quick, because I was expecting to be pulled away by her boyfriend any moment. Surely, his girlfriend being fingered in a public place was enough to trigger his courage.

When the expected tussle didn't happen despite the extended kiss, I pulled back, giving the redhead a moment to breathe. When looked at the seat of the boyfriend, I expected it to be empty. Since he hadn't separated us, I expected him to leave in anger, maybe even dumping his girlfriend permanently. Surprisingly, he was still there, too shocked to move.

I sent him a smug smile before turning my attention back to the petite beauty in my arms. If he wasn't going to intervene…

Another song passed, eroding her sense of judgment even more, and I decided to progress things even more. Soon, she was truly sandwiched between us, enough to lift her body off the ground, my hips making fucking motions. But, seeing that she made no motion to stop me -too busy enjoying my skillful kiss- I decided to raise the stakes even more.

Thankfully, magic made life convenient in many ways, including unzipping my pants to release my shaft without bothering to use both hands. A slight adjustment later, my shaft slipped inside her without a warning, earning a shocked cry off her that was soon drowned in the music. However, her expression of shock, mixed with ecstasy, was unmistakable.

"She's fun, isn't she?" I asked Emma even as I started pumping my hips in a way that might still be mistaken for dirty dancing if it wasn't for her expression. Luckily, I had made sure nothing other than her boyfriend would be able to see us, preventing us from getting kicked out.

Her playful resistance soon died completely, leaving its place to ecstasy. Another look at the boyfriend proved that he was truly caught off guard, stunned by the level of infidelity shown by her girlfriend, but too weak to properly react, neither leaving nor intervening, just watching helplessly as his cute redhead defiled in the middle of a dance floor.

She soon began to wriggle and squirm, but her expression made clear that it was not about trying to get away. No, she was getting overwhelmed by the unexpected pleasure of being taken in the middle of a dance floor, simultaneously triggering her natural submissiveness and a fresh desire to be seen.

Emma just held her tighter, allowing me to impale her with a better angle. I was so tempted to pull down the top of her dress to reveal her tits -beautiful despite being on the small side- but that would push the plausibility of the situation too much. The presence of her panties around her knees was already pushing the situation.

I continued to bounce her up and down, my hips working overtime. Her eyes were wide as my cock taught her a new meaning of the word pleasure, but it was getting hard to do that in our current angle.

So, I gestured to Emma, and we slowly started moving toward the edge of the club, where darkness dominated -a strategic choice to allow friskier couples, but a couple of bouncers to make nothing past a certain limit.

Too bad that the magic prevented them from intervening, leaving that role to her boyfriend, who still lacked the courage despite leaving his seat to follow us, stumbling like a drunk despite drinking just a beer.

Sometimes, the shock was worse than alcohol.

He still stayed at his position as I pushed the redhead against the wall, her ass pointing out in a way that destroyed every single illusion about what was going on. My cock was visible nailing in and out. Emma just stayed on the side, enjoying the view with a hungry smile, knowing that an even better performance awaited her later.

Soon, I exploded inside her, covering her beautiful core with my seed. As I pulled out, she fell on the floor, panting.

I left, leaving her like that, but still left the field around her that prevented anyone other than her boyfriend from noticing. Then, before leaving, I also put a compulsion on the boyfriend, not only forcing him from using any kind of violence toward her, but also he would stay obedient to her until the rest of the relationship, until she got bored of him and dumped his ass…

Then, we left, leaving the couple to solve their issues…