CH 43: No Name [4]

{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}

I had to struggle not to burst out laughing at her hilarious reaction. We were in the same bed, naked, and my cock was currently hiding between her cheeks snugly, and she felt to shy to name her privates. "Your what?" I asked, even as my hand reached her breasts, gently caressing their edges. "Your breasts," I murmured before shifting to their center, gently flicking her nipples. "Maybe you're feeling adverse to the possibility of me touching your beautiful nipples," I added, even as I flicked it once more, this time even harder.

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"Yes," she moaned helplessly.

"It's the nipples I need to stay away, then," I whispered into her ear. "Good to know that you're okay with this, then," I added, before my hand reached to her knob, rubbing roughly.

An expression of total panic popped on her face as her lips opened to bring an admonishment that was sure to be loud. However, I didn't want to hear her complains. I wanted something better, like a string of moans that escaped her mouth due to pure pleasure. I slid two of my fingers inside her slit, catching her surprised, while the other sank deep into the flesh of her breast.

The results were as spectacular as I hoped them to be. Caught under a sudden and unexpected rush of pleasure, the only thing she could do was to let out a primal cry that echoed in the room, filled with pleasure, begging for more. "Excellent," I said even as I pushed my fingers deeper into her slit, enough to brush her barrier. "You're being really convincing, keep it up," I asked.

Somehow, she managed to send me an angry glare, but it was a fleeting expression between her barely contained shivers of pleasure. But more significantly, her hips started to move instinctively, treating my shaft with a comforting massage. Her surrender was complete, in the body at least, the mental aspect still needed some work. I assaulted her body, bringing all the tricks I had learned in our fake-dream sessions. Minutes got together, trying to push through the hours, all the while I kept her at the edge…

Suffering under a pleasure she had never experienced before, her perception about what was happening started to flicker. She failed to notice when I sent the guard away, and she barely reacted when I pulled the cover away, revealing her skin to anyone that might pass in front of the cell. Though, despite the haze she was battling, she managed to react to my every dirty comment, tightening around my fingers with an increasing strength. It was a real challenge not to just slide inside her, but continue snugly between her cheeks, but I wanted her to be fully aware when I took her.

Drowning in the sea of pleasure, it was a prime opportunity to mess with her. "Do you want to cum?" I whispered into her ear, not neglecting to nibble on her neck on the way back.

"I do," she managed to say, barely audible between her helpless moans, the tension from many failed solo-sessions dominating her mind as she searched for the climax.

"Good, but you need to beg for it first," I said. "Can you beg for it, slut. Can you humiliate yourself just to reach that explosive end."

"No, please," she murmured. "Just let me cum." At that point, I wasn't sure that she was aware of where she was, or even able to distinguish whether it was real or dream.

"Wrong answer," I said, slapping her tit roughly, which only pushed her closed to her arousal, forcing me to slow my treatment. "Try again."

For her credit, she kept silent for another minute, until the desire became overwhelming. "Please, Draco," she moaned. "Please let me cum."

"Not good enough," I said, mocking her even as another spank landed on her skin, this time on her butt. "But still, I'm a gentleman, and couldn't leave lady suffering under such an obvious need. My fingers quickened even as I leaned forward, capturing her nipple between my teeth, biting hard enough to leave a mark. That managed to push her through the barrier, and she climaxed. Explosively, her eyelids fluttering helplessly as she edged unconsciousness. Apparently, my curse to prevent her from achieving a true release was even more effective than I thought.

Still, I couldn't help but feel a sliver of annoyance. I was playing with her for more than an hour, but wanted to play for hours more, not to mention we needed to talk about the best way to destroy Voldemort. But it seemed that those were going to be handled in another meeting. Still, that didn't mean I couldn't have fun at all. I conjured a soft-tipped pen, quickly scribbled a set of instructions over her breasts about next meeting location, with a strong recommendation to arrive alone. Then, I stood above her, playing myself furiously until I covered her breasts with my seed.

She deserved a parting gift.

Then, I quickly dressed, while leaving her naked. "What is your address," I asked her, but no answer was forthcoming, with her mind lost in the haze. I pinched her nipple, managing to bring back to the land of cognizance, then repeated the question.

"Grimmauld Place Number 12," she murmured. Only after giving the address, her eyes grew in shock, thinking that she had included me in the Fidelius, unaware that I was already a part of it. But even with that shock, the hold of pleasured unconsciousness was too hard to resist, her eyes closing a moment after.

I couldn't help but chuckle as grabbed her in a bridal position and apparated into the attic. Kreacher appeared instantly, and I gave him several instructions, including placing her in her bed and making sure the other occupants never entered the room, and strict orders not to clean her. I wanted her to wake up dirty, spent, and covered with my seed.

I couldn't wait until our next encounter.