CH 87: A Good Blowjob

{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}

Still, she fell on her knees and pulled her costume down with a simple tug, revealing her gravity-defying breasts, a true miracle considering their size.

I sat on the edge as well, enjoying the warmth as she wrapped my shaft with her beautiful breasts.

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"Try to lubricate it first," I reminded her when she tried to move. She looked around, trying to find a lotion. "Use your mouth, sweetie," I reminded her.

She moaned at my words, which was instantly followed by a mortified expression. Apparently, my lecherous behavior was also helping her to discover new truths about herself. Hesitantly, she leaned forward, pressing her lips on top of my crown before pushing down, coating my shaft with her saliva halfway then started to have problems pushing down further. Since I was a nice guy, I decided to help, by forcing her head down. She gasped and gagged and heaved, but managed to swallow the full length of my shaft.

"Nice work," I said mockingly even as I finally let the pressure go, enjoying her impotent anger. I let her go, not because I was afraid of her reaction at this point, but because I really wanted to enjoy her spectacular bosom. Despite her anger, she pushed her tits together once more, moving up and down repeatedly at a desperate pace, trying to push me to the climax.

Since she was such a nice sport, I decided not to resist the sensation, so after five minutes of heated massage, a moan rippled out of my lips and I started spurting without a warning, painting her face and her tits with my seed. I gave her one last appreciative view before I pointed at my underwear. "Now you can continue dressing me," I said, not even bothering to pay her a component, just to underline our power difference. I was impressed with her obedience, and wanted to explore its limits.

She made a move to cover her tits, but a gesture was enough to stop her. Instead, she continued dressing me while her cum covered tits remained visible, tempting me for another round. Pity I promised to be at breakfast.

"You can take a shower here," I generously commented after she finished dressing me.

"Thank you," she murmured, though her tone was far too harsh for it to be genuine. I just patted her ass in a manner that would be classified as 'friendly' if it was delivered by a high powered executive to his secretary, preferably in the sixties. Susan blushed, not knowing whether to feel embarrassed or angry.

I chuckled before leaving the room, leaving Susan behind, stained with my seed, my mind already on how best to leverage my new maid.

I felt no concern as I closed the door behind me, leaving Susan alone in my room. Not because I trusted Susan —or Merlin forbid, Daphne— but because I had not kept anything dangerous in my room. Hogwarts had too many secret passages and other alternatives, and I didn't want to take the risk of someone raiding my room while I was absent.

Of course, just in case, I had also placed several muggle recording devices around the room —including the shower Susan was currently using— as well as several spells of my invention that had worked in similar functionality. I would be easily able to validate anything Susan had done in my room.

Daphne was waiting for me at the entrance, a frown on her face. "Miss Greengrass," I said as I gave an exaggerated bow. "Would you accompany me to breakfast?"

"Of course," she said kindly, but her expression didn't agree, still looking at my door.

"Susan still has some work to do," I explained. "She needs to clean up a bit."

From the way her eyebrows crossed in a fit of momentary anger, it was clear that Daphne had understood what I had done, but it didn't bother me. If she didn't want her friend to be molested, she shouldn't have sent her to my room wearing what amounted to be a fetish costume. "So, anything I should be careful about politically?" I asked as we walked toward the Great Hall together, both of us doing a great job of ignoring the whispers and pointing around us, more than one person muttering the name of Nott.

Even more interesting was the way some of the girls looking at me, with a mixture of arousal and star-struck. Moreover, it wasn't limited to Slytherin but spread to all four classes, though they were particularly few amongst Gryffindors. It was an amusing development, I decided. Apparently, with Potter's absence, people were looking for a new hero, and my 'courageous' actions gave them an option.

Altogether, I wasn't exactly dissatisfied.

"You seem to have a newfound popularity," Daphne said, despite her attempt to look blank, a small curl appeared on the edge of her mouth, confirming that it was Daphne that made sure to spread the events —possibly with some embellishment in terms of my attitude— therefore solidifying my position against Nott and other traditionalist Slytherins.

I leaned in to whisper into her ear. "I appreciate all the effort you put on my behalf," I said, but despite the contents of my words, my tone was ice-cold. I squeezed her arm just enough to hurt for a moment. "But, if you try to play politics by my name again without checking with me first, gifting a sexy redhead might not be enough to buy my goodwill…"

To her credit, Daphne didn't skip a step despite the sudden fear in her eyes, once again realizing that I wasn't the same Malfoy she had been dealing with for the last six years. "You have changed," she murmured respectfully. I nodded. I changed, of course, but I doubted she could guess the extent of the change, or the reason for it.

"I don't have a problem with your objectives," I explained just in case. "Just make sure to run anything important by me before implementing," I added, and Daphne nodded. It seemed like a small thing, but actually, it was even more patronizing than asking her to involve me with the planning. With this, I basically claimed the right to approve or reject any plan she might come up with, neatly positioning myself higher than her in her little political conspiracy.