CH 12: Breaking Her [2]

{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}

An elation rose inside me, and I adjusted my plans on the fly. I could easily blackmail her for it, but there was an option much more attractive, corrupting her until she willingly gave it to me. It would be much tastier. "That's really impressive, prioritizing your virginity over the wellbeing of your husband." I continued before she could utter a word. "But, I'm not without a mercy, we can adjust things so that your virginity stays intact until your wedding night, but in return, you will serve me every three days until the full moon, which is in fifteen days. So, five sessions for your husband's well-being. What do you say, Mrs. Weasley." I took a breath, and added. "And one to seal the deal of course," I said, pointing at my erect cock. "We cannot leave my little dragon like that."

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The shock, anger, and sadness passed through her face, finally setting on the resignation. I walked towards her, discreetly holding my wand. I was almost sure that her will was broken, but there was a significant difference between almost and certainty. Still, I walked towards her bed, my cock dangling freely with each step. I stood in front of her sitting figure, my cock dangling at the same level with her mouth. She surrendered, leaning forward, her lips parted.

A moan escaped me as I felt her lips pushing towards. With the rush from dominating her, her blank expression did little to reduce my excitement. For today, physical surrender needed to suffice. I still had five more sessions to take her soul. She started bobbing her head in a mechanical manner, showing little skill. I was a bit surprised by her inexperience, even if she wasn't a virgin, I would expect her to be more skilled. Magical France supposed to be more liberal than Magical Britain, especially Veelas. Apparently, I managed to find the exception.

Still, I was happier with the case. After all, it meant she lacked the baseline experience to compare the actions of our sessions, leaving her to my tender attention. I changed my plans regarding her once more. Initially, I wanted to just use her until I let go of her husband, but now, my plans shifted. I wanted to own her even after defiling her completely. I wanted to make her a masterpiece.

However, her incompetence showed itself, distracting me from my thoughts. "Careful with the teeth, honey, unless you want it to last for half a day," I said, putting my hand on her hair, caressing lightly. She shuddered in revulsion at my touch, but I felt her chin forcing open a bit more, distancing her teeth from my skin. "Use some tongue too, sweetie," I added. This, she didn't follow.

I stayed fairly passive for ten minutes, the point where the lust potion started to affect her. I wasn't very hopeful about its impact, while it was a strong potion, coating my cock wasn't the best way of injecting a full dose inside her. I was carefully observing the dilation of her pupils, the indicator of the success. I managed to catch the first sign couple of minutes after the ten-minute line, with her quickening breath. The dilation came several seconds later, and I licked my lips in anticipation.

I pressed my hands on both sides of her head, and pushed my cock deeper, not too deep, but enough to jar her. She looked up, the only way she could with my cock still lodged deep in her mouth. "Well," I said, shrugging. "I wasn't expecting you to be that clumsy when sucking cock, so I decided to help you. Try not to faint." I saw her eyes grew in panic as soon as I mentioned feinting, but I didn't give her any time to gather herself. I pushed my cock into her throat without a warning, her shocked gags melody to my ears. I kept it there for a couple of seconds, then pulled back, giving her just enough time to take a shallow breath, then pushed once again.

After the first few repeats, I quickened by beats, my cock repeatedly appearing and disappearing into her throat. She was helpless, with her responses limited to gagging and wheezing. But as it contained, I noticed something else, her allure was flaring up. It wasn't enough to turn my consciousness into mush, but I realized allure was an excellent aphrodisiac, especially when the source of it had her lips wrapped around my cock, trying to breathe enough not to faint while I fucked her throat.

Even occlumency was inefficient holding back a release when one face-fucked a veela, I realized as I tried to push it back in vain. Instead, I decided to embrace the moment. I suddenly pulled back, leaving her dazed and wheezing. Then, without waiting for even the slightest response, I grabbed the bustier of her wedding dress and pulled down. A rippling sound later, her naked tits were dangling freely in the chilly prison air. Already at my limit, I started spraying her face and her tits with my seed. Dazed, she watched with slightly glassed eyes as I covered her face and tits with my spunk, so much that I suspected there was a bit of accidental magic involved.

I received another surprise while trying to understand why she barely reacted my trick with her dress. She was having an orgasm of her own! Even with the lust potion, that was impressive. Either the potion interacted with her veela heritage in an unexpected way, or she was more vulnerable to domination than I thought. "Good work, Mrs. Weasley," I said even as I pulled her wedding dress up, and mended the tear with a repair charm, her tits still covered with my seed under the fabric, staining her wedding dress. Yet another symbolic victory of sorts. I pulled a paper, scribbled and address on it with a conjured pen, and was about to push it into her dazed hand, when the inspiration struck. I pulled her dress down once more, writing the address on her stained breasts, then pulling back after one last farewell squeeze. "Here, Mrs. Weasley. This is the address you will visit tonight, 10 PM, sharp. Don't be late." She nodded, then shook her head dazedly, trying to gather her mind from the haze of pleasure.