The Seduction

Lucky is the only one of these characters that is ours. J.K. Rollins would not do this to these sweet people.

The Seduction

Chapter 1 The question

Harry rolled over, looking at his wife of five years. She was panting, her face flushed, her hair tangled around her head enticingly. He had just returned from a month long stake out on a ecteected Deatheater camp, and the first thing she had done when she had seen him was jump him.

The month of celibacy hadn’t been kind to her. Her appetite for him had been ravenous, and when he finally got her calmed down to talk, she had told him that every thing in the house reminded her about him, and thus sent her into heat.

Harry had been toying with an idea, one that seemed slightly off center, since he had taken the job as Head Auror. Lucky, his loving wife, was a deeply sensual woman, who needed variety to keep her happyut aut at the same time, Harry knew that he needed to be focused on his work.

It basically meant that he couldn’t drop everything, just because his wife was feeling horny. Not that she had made demands.

“Lucky, I want to ask you something.” Best to broach this subtly.

“Hmmm?kay,kay, maybe she still didn’t have her faculties back.

“What would you say if I asked you to have an affair?”

“I thought we were having an affair.”

“I mean you have an affairh soh someone else.”

She sat straight up in the bed, her head whipping around to stare at him like he was mad. “Harry!!”

He just looked at her. He really needed to know what she thought about this before he went about setting it up. “I just want to know.”

“I’d say that you had been hit with some curse that scrambled your brains.” She rolled over and crawled off the bed, reaching for her bathrobe, she put it on, tying the sash before turning to face him. He rolled on to his side and watched her. Even through it had been five years since she had last played Quidditch; she had kept the well toned body that had first tempted him in Hogwarts. Just thinking of the times they had had, while fighting the dark ickies of the world, as she put it, sent blood rushing to his groin.

“I just don’t want you to be in pain while I am away.”

“Harry, I get twitchy, not in pain.”

“You get so twitchy that you cut yourself. You said so yourself earlier.”

She cocked her head to the side. “When did I say that?”

“While my head was between your legs.” He grinned as her eyes grew heavy, the stormy color telling him that he was pushing her buttons, getting her hot again.

Lucky came over and sat on the edge of the bed. Placing a hand on the center of his chest, right over his heart, she leaned down and kissed him. “I am married to you, Harry Potter. I don’t need another man in my life, complicating it. I love you.”

“I love you too. It is just; I want you taken care while I am away. So that you don’t nearly kill me when I come home.”

She flushed. “I’m sorry.”

“No, I like it. I just wish my absence didn’t make you so desperate.”

He reached up and cupped the back of her head, bringing her in for a deeper kiss. She responded, and soon, the robe was on the floor, forgotten. His hand slid up thigthigh, into the wet curls he knew he would find there. Parting her folds, he rubbed her, gently, then harder, as her hips moved wits has hand.

Wrapping his other hand around her waist, he rolled her onto the bed, pressing his front against her back. Nipping at her ear while he worked her, her thigh thrown over his legs, he whispered hotly, “Just think, another man, enslaved to the sexual power of your body, Lucky. Someone who would get on his knees, and worship you the way that I do. At your beck and call, ready to give you what you need when I can’t.”

She moaned, her hands clutching at his arms. The arm around her waist slipped up and pinched her diamond hard nipple. “And I want to watch. I want to watch as you go crazy for him, Lucky. I want to watch as he slides in and out of this hot little body. I want to hear you scream as you come. When I come home I want you to tell me every thing that he does. I want to see it through you. “He bit down on her neck, inhaling deeply as she burned hotter in his arms. “Come on, baby, don’t you want to give me what I want?”

Soaneoaned again, a tortured sound that came from the depths of her soul. Harry knew that she was on the verge of completion, but he wanted her to agree to this. She had never balked at fulfilling any of his other fantas Thi This one was his best kept secret fantasy and he really wants her to fulfill it as well as she had the others.

Rubbing his erection against the curve of her buttocks, he whispered, “Can’t you tell how much I want this?”

She gave one of those little gasps, telling him that she knew how much he wanted it. “Give me what I want, baby. You have fulfilled all my other fantasies. Will you do this for me?”

She cried out, and he slowed his hand. Not too soon, he thought.

“Harry.” She whimpered. “Please.”

“You know what I want to hear, Lucky. Tell me.”

“It’s cheating!”

He grinned against her neck and threw out his wild card. “We swore we’d write the rules in this marriage. And since I asked you to do it, it isn’t cheating. Not if I know it’s happening.”

She froze. Everything in her froze. Her eyes staring sightlessly at the wall, he could see the synapses firing in her head. “If you know that it’s going on, then it’s not....”

“It’s not cheating.” He bit her, smiling as she arched into it.

She hissed as he shifted his hips, sliding the rock hard erection along the wet crevasse.

He looked over her shoulder, at the parted curls, and watched as he sank into her, grunting when he was seated to the hilt. It was one of the most erotic sights he had ever seen. Right up there with watching her touch herself. Or when she danced for him. Or when he laid her out on the brest tst table and poured honey on her, then licked it off. Or when she crawled along the floor of the library, dressed in one of those sexy leather outfits, intent on sitting by his feet while he worked.

The heat rushed through his veins, and he shook himself out of his reverie, before it set him off. He kept himself still, timing his breathing with hers. Soon, even their hearts were beating in sync.

“Please, Ana. Please. Do this for me.”

She closed her eyes, and nodded. “If it’s what you want, Harry. I’ll do it. Just move!”

He grinned, and began thrusting. It wasn’t long, due to the build up, before she was on the verge again. He brought his hand up, and slipped his wet fingers into her mouth, groaning as she closed her lips over them. “That’s it, baby. Such a good girl.”

She whimpered and slipped her own hand down to her thatch, and he felt the tips of her manicured nails graze him as she touched herself. The other hand came up and tangled in his hair, clutching his head against her neck, as his body moved hers against the silk sh he he had insisted on.

He ran his tongue over the wolf’s paw print, tattooed on her shoulder blade. Inscribed with every championship she had ever won, the date of the world cup was under it, testimony to her game. To the only game he had ever lost, fairly. Harry thrust a little sharper, and she moaned around his fingers, biting as she began cresting.

He knew the signs. With sharp short thrusts, he pushed her over the edge. Her body clamped down on him, milking him into his own orgasm.

He gave a short shout, and then thrust a few more times, pumping everything he had into her, hoping it would take root.

She shuddered, and he moved slowly, just to quiet her. “That’s my girl. My heart, my love. My wife.”

While she slipped into the arms of Morpheous, Harry smiled. She had agreed.