Photo Fic 3


“Do as you must. I will never bend to your will.” She bit the inside of her lip as she tugged at the bonds around her wrists. He was tricky. Even if her wand was at hand, there would be no way to attack. Her movements were too restricted for even the most simple of spells “He will come for me.”

“And does he love you as much as all that?” A shiver ran across her flesh as he brushed the hair back from her face, touching her neck, ghosting over that spot behind her ear. “Will he love you after you have been in my bed? Will he love you after you’ve been mine?” A shriek caught in her throat as he wrapped his arms around her, hoisting her off her feet and across his shoulders. "Let us see if he finds you before I take my pleasure of you.” Helga let out a yelp and began pounding on his back as an impertinent hand squeezed her bottom.

“Sir! Unhand me you foul beast! I will not be handled so!”

“Ouch! Not so hard Helga!” She squeaked as Salazar shifted her to his other shoulder, rubbing his back. “Those are my kidneys lass!”

“Then don’t pinch me so hard you bloody brute! I don’t care if it is your birthday, I have to sit on that thank you!” She could feel his chuckle rumbling up through him and into her as he rubbed her sore posterior.

“But it’s such an arse Helga! All round and plump. You have a bum like a bloody Shetland pony!” She went still over his shoulder.

“Alright. That’s it, put me down, we’re done.” He froze.

“Helga!”

“A Shetland Salazar? A bloody Shetland pony!” She flipped her wrists out of the loose leather strips and slithered off his shoulder. “I think not!”

“But Helga! It was a compliment!” She rolled her eyes, a small smile on her lips as she turned and walked away. “Lass, come back!”

Birthday or not, this was one man who had a lot of learning to do on the fine art of wooing a wife. But once he did learn…

Well, she supposed the leather straps weren’t really going anywhere.