Chapter 5
He clenched his fists to keep from losing all control. He wanted to take her head in his hands and hold her still while he choked her with his cock. He wanted to watch her eye make-up leave trails down her cheeks as her tears poured out and drool dripped from her chin. He wanted her gasping for breath when he finally allowed her some reprieve. He refrained. He was a gentleman, he reminded himself, and gentleman did not face-fuck witches they’d just met. He was also likely to never meet her again, and he wanted to relish the moment while he had it. He warred with himself as she sucked his cock, his core clenching painfully tight as he tried to hold back his inhibitions, and his release.
Her tongue flicked over his frenulum again and his knees shook. He groaned loudly, he could not help it. She moaned, her eyes meeting his the instant the sound left his throat; he could see her desire in them, her pupils blown so wide he could see himself reflected in them.
“Fuck” he hissed, a hand cupping her cheek. She leaned into his embrace, still bobbing against his cock. His hand gripped her hair instinctively and it was her turn to moan. He gripped tighter and she moaned again. She liked it. She wanted it, he realised. He pushed against her head slightly, and her hands curled around his hamstrings, an anchor point. He pushed a little harder and she nodded slightly, as much as she could with her cock shoved down her throat. She was consenting, she was agreeing, but still he hesitated.
She pulled back, a string of drool straining as it formed a bridge between her mouth and his cock. It distracted him only for a moment before his eyes were fixed to her face as she begged ‘please.’ That was all it took. His restraint snapped, and he gripped her head firmly with both hands, pulling her back against his cock. He snapped his hips forward, thrusting into her mouth, into her throat. She gagged slightly but made no move to pull back. He felt her tears dripping against his hips and thighs, but she was moaning, and he was unable to stop himself as he continued to fuck her mouth.
She moaned again, her hands gripping his hamstrings tighter, and he was undone, his cum shooting in thick spurts down the back of her throat. She swallowed it all, her cheeks pouching as he filled her mouth. She wiped the excess that spilled out of the corner of her mouth and licked it off her fingers. He stared at her, shocked.
“Thank you,” she said breathlessly, and he felt faint from the desire that was coursing through him. Was this what he had been missing all this time as he’d secluded himself in the muggle world and focused on his studies. Had he been denying himself of such pleasures this entire time? Surely not. Surely this was some anomaly, this witch who’d begging him to fuck her mouth and merely said ‘thank you’ when he’d complied?
He couldn’t comprehend it. He merely laid her back gently against the grass and kissed her, his hands raking down her body and tearing her undergarments off her. He flicked his tongue on her nipple as his fingers slid through the wet desire that had gathered in her folds. She moaned, arching into him, her hands twining in his hair at the nape of his neck. He moved further down, kissing along the flat plane of her stomach, until he settled between her thighs. She watched him, as he licked slowly up her slit, tasting her. Her eyes rolled back as she dropped her head against the grass.
He pressed his thumb against her clit, holding it firmly against her so that the only friction it offered her was when she writhed from what his tongue was doing inside her. She whimpered at first, until she twitched following the slow circle he made with his tongue, and her hips shifted involuntarily. Then she was grinding against him, seeking the pressure his thumb provided, and trying to take his tongue further inside of her. He grinned against her cunt, stroking his tongue firmly against the front wall of her, curling it as he would his fingers. She moaned loudly and if anyone else were in the room, it would not matter that they were hidden behind the long branches of the willow tree; the noises she was making left no room for error in mistaking what they were doing. It made his cock twitch where it was trapped between his stomach and the ground. He shifted slightly, and hoped she was so consumed with her own pleasure that she wouldn’t notice him rutting against the ground like a pathetic animal.
She gave no prior indication that she was about to orgasm beyond a sharp intake of breath and her thighs clenching slightly tighter around his head. He carried her through it, prolonging it as she moaned desperately above him, her mouth open with pleasure, her chest heaving. He crawled over her, his cock fully hard once more.
“I need you inside me,” she begged, still breathless.
“As you wish,” he said, and lined himself up at her entrance. He slid the tip of his cock inside her, her walls opening slightly to permit him entrance. He pushed in far enough that the pressure eased a bit, and then pulled back against where she had clenched around him. He withdrew fully and pushed back in, pausing for a moment before pulling back out. It was exquisite, the feeling of her body surrendering to him as he sought entrance, and he relished in the feeling. She gasped, watching as he teased her, her eyes bright and glazed, her cheeks flushed.
“Watch how good you take me,” he whispered into her ear, and she nodded quickly. He repeated the process a few more times before he thrust into her fully, his hips meeting hers when he could not possibly push himself any deeper inside of her. She clawed at his back, attempting to anchor herself to something as pleasure washed over her. His head dropped to her collarbone and he trembled slightly before pulling out entirely and thrusting into her once more. His spine was deliciously tight as his pleasure coursed through him, and he struggled to maintain his composure. She was making no such efforts, muttering a soft string of curses under her breath as she writhed underneath him.
Their orgasms were almost simultaneous, and her cunt gripped him tightly as wave after wave of pleasure washed over them. He stared into her eyes, trying to place her face through the layers of makeup and altered hair. She looked vaguely familiar, but too much had been altered for him to make any definitive guesses.
He opened his mouth to speak when several screams carried through the air, popping the bubble of privacy and intimacy they had formed around themselves. They scrambled up, shoving their clothes back on as they rushed through the doorway, their wands clutched tightly in their hands. The crowd was chaotic, people shoving each other in their haste to get out of the room. Several figures dressed in black billowing capes, silver Death Eater masks covering their face, stalked through the room. One of them shouted a curse, and the Dark Mark appeared in the air above the centre of the ballroom. The crowd froze, before curses began flying and people disapparated left and right. The Death Eaters vanished into wisps of vapour and smoke, flying over the crowd and bursting through the brilliant wall of windows on their right.
The witch beside him muttered “Malfoy,” so decidedly that he looked at her in shock, expecting her to be staring at him with recognition. She was not looking at him, however, but staring out the broken windows. He froze, finally placing her face and voice. Hermione Granger was the witch that he’d just fucked, and she believed him to be the one responsible for whatever had just taken place. She raced forward without a second look back at him.