Chapter 3: Unbidden Desires

Warning - Explicit Content Ahead!

By: SirMixAStories

The night had settled over Hogwarts in its familiar, comforting way, with the distant hoot of an owl and the soft rustle of wind against the ancient stone walls. Minerva lay in her bed, her mind still buzzing with thoughts of the day—the risky theft of ingredients, Abraxas's infuriating smirk, and, most of all, the lingering image of Eileen's soft touch on her cheek. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to sleep. She needed rest for what lay ahead, not distractions.

But as the darkness enveloped her, sleep did come—though it was not the peaceful, dreamless kind she had been hoping for.

Minerva found herself standing in the familiar surroundings of the Astronomy Tower, the air warm and thick with a strange, electric energy. She wasn't alone. Abraxas stood near the window, his usual arrogant smirk playing on his lips as he leaned casually against the stone wall, watching her. But it wasn't him that held her attention.

Eileen stood just a few paces away, bathed in the moonlight that spilled through the high windows, her dark hair shimmering as it framed her delicate face. Her eyes, usually so guarded and distant, were now full of something else—something that made Minerva's breath catch. Desire.

Eileen stepped forward, her movements slow and deliberate, and Minerva felt rooted to the spot, unable to move or speak, only able to watch as Eileen came closer. There was an intensity in her gaze that made Minerva's heart race, her chest tightening with an unfamiliar heat.

"I've been waiting for this," Eileen murmured, her voice low and soft as she reached out, her fingertips grazing Minerva's arm, trailing slowly up toward her neck. The sensation was almost overwhelming, a shiver running down Minerva's spine. "Haven't you?"

Minerva's lips parted, but no words came out. She wanted to say something—anything—but her mind was clouded, fogged by the sheer weight of Eileen's presence. She could feel the warmth of Eileen's body as she moved closer still, their breath mingling as the space between them disappeared.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Abraxas watching them, his smirk deepening, but he remained silent, an amused spectator in this strange, intoxicating moment. His gaze held a knowing glint, as though he was somehow part of this—invited but secondary.

But it was Eileen who dominated Minerva's thoughts, her touch burning through the thin fabric of Minerva's nightgown as her hands traced the lines of her body. Minerva's skin tingled under her fingers, her breath quickening as Eileen leaned in closer, her lips brushing just against Minerva's ear.

"I've always wanted you to notice me," Eileen whispered, her voice barely more than a breath.

Minerva's heart pounded in her chest, her body betraying her as she leaned into the touch, her hands reaching for Eileen's waist, pulling her closer still. The warmth between them was undeniable, magnetic. Eileen's lips ghosted across her neck, feather-light but leaving fire in their wake, and Minerva felt herself melt under the touch, her control slipping away entirely.

Her gaze flickered to Abraxas once more, and this time, he stood, slowly making his way toward them, his eyes dark with interest. But it wasn't his touch Minerva craved—it was Eileen's, the delicate, deliberate way her hands moved, as though she had always known exactly what Minerva wanted but had been too afraid to give it.

Her gaze flickered to Abraxas once more, and this time, he stood, slowly making his way toward them, his eyes dark with interest. But it wasn't his touch Minerva craved—it was Eileen's. The delicate, deliberate way her hands moved over her, as though she had always known exactly what Minerva wanted but had been too afraid to give it.

The pull was too strong, too undeniable. Minerva's breath hitched as she lost the fragile control she'd been holding onto. Her hands, trembling but determined, found their way to Eileen's face, cupping her soft cheeks, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath her fingertips.

Eileen's eyes widened, but there was no hesitation in her gaze, only that same magnetic desire that had ignited the dream. The space between them vanished, and Minerva leaned in, her heart pounding in her chest as her lips met Eileen's in a rush of heat and need.

The kiss was soft at first, tentative, but it quickly deepened as Minerva's hands tangled in Eileen's hair, pulling her closer, as though they couldn't be close enough. Eileen responded with a quiet gasp, her fingers curling into the fabric of Minerva's nightgown, gripping tightly as if she, too, couldn't believe this was finally happening.

The world around them disappeared, the only reality the warmth of Eileen's lips, the taste of her mouth, the way she fit perfectly against Minerva, like a puzzle piece she hadn't known was missing. Every inch of her body felt alive, electric, as though Eileen's touch had awakened something deep within her.

Minerva couldn't stop, didn't want to stop. The kiss was intoxicating, pulling her deeper into the swirl of emotions she had long ignored. Eileen's soft whimper sent a shiver through her, and Minerva's hands roamed down, tracing the curve of her waist, feeling the smoothness of her skin beneath her robes.

There was a soft noise—Abraxas, watching them, a chuckle low in his throat as he moved closer still—but Minerva didn't care. All she cared about was Eileen, the feel of her, the way her body responded to every touch, every kiss.

And then, just as suddenly as it had started, Minerva felt herself pulled away—not by will, but by the strange shifting of dream logic that she couldn't control. She was no longer kissing Eileen, but standing apart from her, the air thick with unspoken desires.

Minerva's eyes flew open, and she woke in a rush, her heart thundering in her chest as the echoes of the dream lingered in her mind. Her body was warm, too warm, the flush from her cheeks spreading across her skin, leaving her restless beneath the covers. She tried to push the images away—the feel of Eileen's hands on her, the softness of her lips, the whispered words that had sent heat coursing through her veins—but they wouldn't fade.

She shifted under the sheets, her breath coming in short, uneven bursts as she wrestled with the intense sensations that clung to her like the aftertaste of something too sweet to ignore. Her thighs squeezed together involuntarily, and she gasped at the sudden rush of heat that followed. The feeling was undeniable now, a deep ache low in her belly, impossible to ignore.

She let out a shaky breath, her mind clouded with need. She couldn't stop thinking about the way Eileen had looked at her, the way her body had pressed so perfectly against hers in the dream, how Minerva had melted into her touch. It was maddening how real it had felt, and now, awake and alone in the quiet of her dormitory, that same need was coiling inside her, tightening with every breath.

Her hand, almost on its own, drifted down to her chest, her fingers brushing lightly over the fabric of her nightgown, skimming the curve of her breasts. Her breath hitched, the contact sending a spark through her body, and before she could second-guess herself, her fingers slowly traced lower, down her stomach, the heat growing with every inch she covered.

Minerva swallowed hard, her pulse racing as her hand hovered just above the place she needed it most. She hesitated for only a moment, her heart pounding in her ears, but the need—the overwhelming, aching need—pushed her forward. Her fingers slipped beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown, finding the soft skin of her thighs, the warmth radiating from between her legs.

A soft gasp escaped her lips, barely audible in the dark, as she pressed her fingers gently against herself, the relief immediate but far too fleeting. Her hips shifted instinctively, seeking more, and her fingers responded, sliding in slow, teasing circles, building a steady rhythm that made her breath catch in her throat.

Her mind returned to Eileen, to the dream, to the way their bodies had come together so naturally, as though they had always been meant to. She could still feel the ghost of Eileen's lips on hers, the way her hands had roamed with such careful deliberation, as though she had known exactly what Minerva needed.

Minerva's fingers moved with more purpose now, her body arching slightly as the pleasure began to build, each touch sending a wave of heat rolling through her. Her free hand gripped the sheets, twisting them tightly in her fist as her fingers pressed deeper, sliding slowly, deliberately, as if to savor every second.

The room felt smaller, the air heavier, as though the dream still clung to her, wrapping her in its heady embrace. Minerva's legs parted further, her hips lifting just slightly off the bed as her fingers moved faster, the sensations intensifying with each passing second. She couldn't stop thinking about Eileen, about the way she had whispered in her ear, about the softness of her lips as they had grazed her neck. The thought alone made Minerva's breath hitch, her body tightening with each pulse of pleasure.

Her fingers slipped further, teasing her entrance, and her thighs trembled in response. She let out a soft moan, barely muffled by the darkness around her, her lips parting as her hand moved in slow, deliberate strokes. Her back arched off the bed, her body begging for release as the pleasure built higher, every inch of her skin tingling with sensation.

She could see Eileen clearly now in her mind, could feel her breath against her neck, the way she had whispered Minerva's name so softly, as though it were a secret meant only for them. Minerva's body responded instinctively to the memory, her fingers circling with more urgency, her breath coming out in short, desperate gasps as the pleasure began to build in waves.

Her thoughts flickered briefly to Abraxas, his familiar smirk, the way he always seemed to be watching with those dark, calculating eyes. He had been there in the dream too, hovering just at the edge of it, observing with a casual sort of interest. There was something about him that unsettled Minerva, something she couldn't quite place—a charm he carried in his confidence, his recklessness. He was infuriating, arrogant, and yet, there was an undeniable allure in the way he moved, the way his attention always seemed to linger a moment longer than necessary.

Her fingers hesitated for a brief moment as her mind considered him, imagining what it might feel like to have his hands on her instead. The idea sent a shiver down her spine, but the intensity of it faded almost as quickly as it had come. No, it wasn't Abraxas she wanted, not truly. He was merely a part of the fantasy, an accessory to the deeper desire that consumed her thoughts.

It was Eileen—Eileen with her quiet, shy demeanor, her soft touch, her gaze that spoke volumes despite the words she rarely said. The thought of her was intoxicating, irresistible. Minerva's breath quickened again as she let herself sink deeper into the fantasy, imagining Eileen's hands replacing her own, moving slowly, teasingly, just as they had in the dream.

Her body trembled as she imagined Eileen leaning down, her lips grazing Minerva's skin, her fingers tracing the sensitive lines of her body, just like before. The way her dark eyes would linger on her, full of longing, full of need. Minerva's hand moved faster now, her fingers slick with the evidence of her desire, her hips lifting off the bed as the pleasure grew almost unbearable.

The thought of Abraxas flickered again at the edge of her mind—a fleeting image of his confident smirk, the way he had watched them both in the dream. There was something exciting in the idea of him watching, of him being there, but it was Eileen who dominated Minerva's thoughts. It was Eileen's touch she craved, Eileen's lips she longed to feel against hers again.

A soft moan escaped Minerva's lips as her fingers pressed harder, her body tightening, her breath catching in her throat as the pleasure built to its peak. She could almost hear Eileen whispering her name again, that soft, delicate voice sending shivers down her spine. The sensations overwhelmed her, her body arching off the bed, her legs trembling as the waves of pleasure crashed over her in a powerful release.

Minerva gasped, her fingers stilling as her body shuddered with the intensity of it all. She collapsed back onto the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of pleasure. The dream, the desire, the overwhelming need—it had all come rushing back so powerfully, leaving her breathless and trembling.

As she lay there in the quiet darkness, her mind slowly cleared, though the lingering warmth remained. She couldn't shake the feeling of Eileen, the way her presence had consumed her thoughts, her dreams. Abraxas had been there, yes, but he was a shadow compared to the vividness of Eileen, the way she had touched Minerva in a way that no one else had.

Minerva's breath slowly steadied, but her thoughts remained tangled. The dream, the fantasy—it had felt so real, so intense, and now, in the stillness of her room, she wasn't sure what to do with it. The feelings were still there, lingering, and she knew they wouldn't simply fade away.

She turned over, pulling the covers tighter around her, but sleep didn't come easily. The thoughts of Eileen stayed with her, the memory of that kiss, of the way she had made her feel, refusing to leave her mind. And somewhere, in the quiet corners of her thoughts, Abraxas lingered too, just out of reach, his presence a quiet reminder of the complex and confusing emotions she was beginning to feel.

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