Lavender and Parvati

The following week, Lavender came to Neville and took his hand without saying anything. She brought him once again to the Room of Requirements. The setting was the familiar serraglio. The room didn't bother dressing Neville up, leaving only his trousers on. Lavender, in her harem girl attire, brought him by the cushions and made him lay down. He saw also the familiar figure of Parvati Patil, dressed as an Indian princess.

As Parvati emerged from the shadows, her presence was announced by the soft jingle of her anklets and the rustle of her silk attire. Her dark eyes gleamed with anticipation, and her lips curved into a knowing smile as she approached the pair. Lavender, still nestled beside Neville, turned her head to meet Parvati's gaze, and the two shared a moment of unspoken understanding, their friendship and shared desire for Neville creating an unspoken bond. Parvati knelt beside them, her fingers tracing the contours of Neville's arm, her touch light yet deliberate.

Parvati's fingers drifted along Neville's forearm, her touch sending a ripple of anticipation through him. Lavender, sensing the shift in the air, leaned back slightly, allowing Parvati to take the lead. The room seemed to hold its breath as Parvati's dark eyes met Neville's, a silent understanding passing between them. With a graceful movement, Parvati straddled Neville's legs, her silk attire rustling softly as she positioned herself above him. Lavender watched, her blonde hair catching the dim light as she smiled, a mix of excitement and curiosity in her eyes.

As Parvati leaned in, her lips met Lavender's in a tender yet passionate kiss, their tongues intertwining as Neville watched, captivated by the intimacy unfolding before him. The dim light of the harem danced across their faces, accentuating the curves of their lips and the sparkle in their eyes. Lavender's blonde hair cascaded down her back, contrasting with Parvati's dark tresses, which fell in waves around them. Their hands roamed over each other's bodies, the silk of Parvati's attire rustling softly against Lavender's harem girl outfit. Neville's breath quickened as he took in the sight, his desire reigniting at the display of affection and sensuality.

As Parvati's lips parted from Lavender's, the faint glisten of their kiss remained, catching the dim light of the harem. Neville's gaze lingered on the sight, his arousal intensifying as Parvati shifted her attention to him. With a graceful movement, she reached for his hand, her fingers intertwining with his as she guided it to the silk of her attire. Lavender, meanwhile, leaned back, her blonde hair cascading against the cushions as she watched with a mixture of anticipation and admiration.

Parvati's fingers intertwined with Neville's, guiding his hand across the intricate embroidery of her silk attire, each touch igniting a spark of anticipation. Lavender, reclining gracefully, watched with a mixture of admiration and desire, her blonde hair cascading like a river of gold against the plush cushions. The air was thick with the scent of incense and the faint hum of unspoken promises. As Parvati leaned closer, her dark tresses brushed against Neville's chest, sending shivers down his spine. With a subtle smile, she began to undo the buttons of his trousers, her hands moving with practiced ease.

As Parvati's skilled hands finally freed Neville from his trousers, the air seemed to thicken with anticipation. Lavender, her blonde hair shimmering in the dim light, leaned forward with a mixture of eagerness and admiration. Parvati, her dark eyes locked on Neville's, smiled slyly as she took his erect cock in her hand, her fingers wrapping around it with a practiced touch. Without a word, she lowered her head, her lips brushing against the tip before she began to suck him with a rhythm that left Neville breathless.

As Parvati's lips continued to dance along Neville's length, Lavender's anticipation grew, her blonde hair catching the dim light as she shifted closer. With a gentle touch, she brushed Parvati's dark tresses aside, revealing the intensity of the moment. Parvati's eyes met Lavender's, a silent understanding passing between them as they shared in the pleasure of Neville's arousal. The room, thick with the scent of incense and desire, seemed to pulse in rhythm with their movements. Neville's breath came in ragged gasps, his hands instinctively reaching for the silk of Parvati's attire, his fingers intertwining with the intricate embroidery as if anchoring himself to the moment.

As Parvati's lips continued their relentless dance along Neville's length, the room seemed to dissolve into the rhythm of her movements. Lavender, her blonde hair shimmering faintly in the dim light, reached out with a gentle touch, her fingers tracing the curve of Parvati's neck. The air was thick with the scent of incense and the faint tang of desire, each breath heavy with anticipation. Parvati's dark eyes flickered towards Lavender, a silent understanding passing between them before she deepened her suction, her cheeks hollowing as she took him in further.

Parvati withdrew with a wet pop, her lips glistening as she turned to Lavender with a commanding arch of her brow. "Now, my eager ****," she purred, trailing a finger down Lavender's flushed cheek, "show our mahraja how devoted you are." Lavender's breath hitched as she scrambled forward, her full breasts swaying with the movement. The blonde sank between Neville's thighs with practiced eagerness, her pink lips parting wide to engulf him completely.

Lavender's tongue swirled around Neville's shaft with hungry precision, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper. The wet heat of her mouth drew a guttural groan from Neville, his fingers tangling in her golden curls. Parvati watched with hooded eyes, her own fingers idly tracing patterns across Neville's heaving chest before dipping lower to tease his taut abdomen. "Such enthusiasm," she murmured, her voice rich with approval as she leaned over Lavender's bent form. "But let's not forget the proper way to worship royalty."

Parvati's fingers closed around Lavender's golden locks, guiding her movements with deliberate pressure. "Slowly, pet," she instructed, her voice a velvet command as she demonstrated the artful flick of her wrist against Neville's weeping crown. Lavender's sapphire eyes fluttered upward in submission, her plump lips maintaining suction while Parvati's free hand cupped the blonde's heavy breast, thumb brushing across the peaked nipple visible through gossamer fabric. The dual sensations of Lavender's worshipful mouth and Parvati's expert manipulations drew ragged curses from Neville's throat, his hips lifting instinctively only to be pinned back by twin pairs of delicate yet determined hands.

As Parvati's fingers intertwined with Lavender's curls, guiding her rhythm, the air thickened with unspoken promises. Neville's chest heaved, his breath catching in his throat as Lavender's tongue danced in time with Parvati's instructions. The blonde's hands, now freed from Neville's grasp, slid up his thighs, her nails lightly grazing the skin, sending shivers coursing through him. Parvati leaned closer, her breath whispering against Lavender's ear, "Deeper, my dear, let him feel your devotion." Lavender's eyes fluttered closed, her determination evident as she obliged, her form swaying gracefully as she worked.

As Lavender's determination reached its peak, her mouth moved with a fervor that left Neville breathless, each stroke of her tongue igniting a fire that threatened to consume him. Parvati's hands, still guiding Lavender's movements, tightened their grip, her fingers intertwining with the blonde's curls as she whispered words of encouragement. The room, bathed in the dim, golden light, seemed to pulse with the rhythm of their shared desire, the scent of incense mingling with the musk of their passion. Neville's hands, now free, reached out to caress Parvati's dark, silken hair, his fingers tracing the contours of her face as he watched the scene unfold before him.

Parvati's grip tightened in Lavender's hair, her voice low and commanding as she urged, "Deeper, my dear, take all of him." Lavender, her determination unwavering, obliged, her lips sliding further down Neville's shaft until he was fully engulfed by the warmth of her mouth. The room seemed to hold its breath as Neville's hands tangled in Lavender's golden curls, his hips arching instinctively. Parvati watched with a mixture of admiration and arousal, her fingers tracing the curve of Lavender's neck as she guided her movements. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of desire mingling with the faint trace of incense.

As the warmth of Lavender's mouth enveloped him once more, Neville's hands instinctively tightened in her golden curls, the soft strands wrapping around his fingers like silk. Parvati's breath danced across his chest, her lips tracing a path of fire that mirrored the flames of desire licking at his core. The room, alive with the pulse of their shared passion, seemed to breathe in rhythm with their movements, the scent of incense intertwining with the musk of their bodies. Lavender's determination was palpable, her every movement a testament to her devotion, as Parvati's guiding hands ensured that each stroke, each flick of her tongue, was a masterpiece of worship.

Parvati's hands, adorned with jewels that sparkled in the dim light, gently pressed against Neville's shoulders, guiding him toward the plush, velvet-draped bed. Her touch was commanding yet tender, her dark eyes locked onto his with a mixture of desire and dominance. As Neville lay down, the soft fabric beneath him seemed to mold to his body, cradling him in comfort. Parvati's movements were graceful, her lehenga shimmering as she positioned herself beside him, her fingers tracing the contours of his chest with a practiced intimacy.

Lavender watched from the foot of the bed, her blonde hair catching the golden hues of the room's lighting.

Lavender's lips curved into a wicked smile as she crawled up the bed, her breasts brushing against Neville's thighs while nimble fingers worked the clasp of his trousers. Parvati rose like a temple goddess shedding sacred veils, each deliberate movement making her golden bangles chime as she unwound her embroidered sash.

The metallic click of Neville's belt surrendering echoed through the perfumed air as Lavender's hands slid beneath fabric, her tongue already tracing the outline of his hardening length through thin cotton. Parvati's sash pooled like liquid gold at her feet, revealing oiled skin that gleamed in the lamplight as she pressed her bare breasts against Neville's side.

Neville 's breath hitched as Lavender's tongue breached the cotton barrier, her lips closing around the throbbing outline of his cock while Parvati's oiled skin slid against his torso. The twin **** of Lavender's hungry mouth and Parvati's jeweled fingers tweaking his nipples sent electric currents racing down his spine. "Let us worship you properly, Maharaja," Parvati purred against his ear, her teeth grazing the lobe as Lavender finally freed his erection with a triumphant hum.

As Parvati's words whispered against his ear, Neville felt a surge of desire course through him, his body responding eagerly to the twin assaults of pleasure.

Parvati's hips arched with serpentine grace as she positioned herself above Neville's throbbing length, her oil-slick heat enveloping him in velvet fire. Lavender's laughter bubbled like champagne as she shimmied from her gauzy trousers, the swell of her hips brushing Neville's cheek as she straddled his face. "Taste heaven, my king," she purred, lowering herself until her swollen folds met his hungry mouth.

Neville's tongue plunged into Lavender's dripping core with the desperation of a man starved, his nose buried in the musk of her arousal as her thighs clamped around his ears. Above him, Parvati's moans harmonized with the wet slap of flesh meeting flesh, her hips rolling in ancient rhythms that squeezed Neville's cock like molten silk. Lavender's fingers twisted in his hair, her breathy cries muffled by the thick brocade curtains as she ground against his mouth, her juices painting his chin with glistening streaks.

The world narrowed to primal sensation - Lavender's honeyed tang flooding his senses as Parvati's inner muscles milked him with relentless precision. Neville's hips pistoned upward, driving deeper into Parvati's slick heat while his tongue lashed Lavender's swollen clit in punishing strokes. The room filled with the symphony of their coupling - wet suction, slapping flesh, and the choked pleas spilling from Lavender's lips as her thighs began to tremble. Parvati's jeweled hand snaked between their bodies, her thumb finding Neville's taut perineum as she pressed down hard, wringing a ragged shout from his throat that vibrated against Lavender's core.

As the last shudders of pleasure subsided, Parvati leaned back, her oiled skin glistening in the dim light, while Lavender slid down from Neville's face, her lips swollen and her cheeks flushed. The room was thick with the scent of incense and the musk of their passion, the air heavy with satisfaction. Parvati's jewels sparkled as she reached for a goblet of wine, her movements graceful and deliberate. "You are truly a king," she murmured, her voice low and sultry, as she offered the goblet to Neville. Lavender, meanwhile, nestled beside him, her blonde hair a stark contrast against the dark fabrics of the bed.