Daddy Dearest - (No Update, Edit)

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 106 ~ The Deflowering of Jasmine Malfoy

Jasmine wrapped her arms around Mathias' neck and pulled him down into a hungry kiss. The wizard was once again lost to a sweet euphoria as the witch probed his mouth hungrily. He wasn't completely on top of her, and took the opportunity to actually cup one of her breasts this time. Jasmine moaned into his mouth this time. He felt her hard nipple against his palm, and experimentally ran his thumb over it, the witch once again buckling under him. The wzard quickly learned that when Jasmine's body jumped like that, it meant whatever he was doing felt good. Suddenly, he wanted to feel his hands on her naked skin. Mathias pulled away from her mouth.

"Let's take off our clothes," he panted down at her, his black eyes sweeping over the sheer nightie and the treasure beneath it.

Jasmine nodded and Mathias sat back on his heels as the witch lifted her hips, sliding the nightie from under them, then sat up, pulling it over her head, and revealing her body to him. Mathias' eyes dropped to her breasts. They were full and pink tipped, her nipples tight little buds, little whorls around them.

"Do your nipples always look like that?" he asked her.

"No. They're hard," the witch breathed at him.

Once again, Mathias cupped her breast, flicking his thumb over her nipple as he studied her face.

"Gods," the witch hissed in a shuddering voice, falling back to the bed. Mathias picked up her gown and dropped it on the floor, then stood up looking down on the witch. Ok. This was it.

Mathias forced himself to keep his eyes locked to Jasmine's as he pulled his boxers down and revealed his cock. Jasmine's eyes widened as they dropped to his loins.

"Mathias…that looks bigger than the ones we saw in the biology books," the witch said, her eyes looking up at him, filled with apprehension again.

The wizard's cock was long, thick and pale, the tip of it rather pinkish and mushroom shaped. There were slight veins pulsing the length of it. Mathias let her take a good, long look at him.

"I don't know, Jasmine. I think the ones in the book are…well…average size. There have to be some bigger and smaller. I just happen to be bigger," he said, trying to ease her nervousness. "I think it feels better when it's bigger."

"It looks like it's going to hurt, Mathias," Jasmine replied.

Mathias climbed into the bed and lay down, facing the witch. He needed to arouse her again so she would forget she was afraid. Then he thought of something.

"Maybe if you touch it, you won't be so scared," he suggested.

Jasmine looked at Mathias' cock.

"Touch it?" she asked him, looking skeptical.

"It's going to be inside of you, Jasmine. I think that is much more intimate then you touching it," Mathias said, "It might make you less nervous if you knew what it felt like first."

Jasmine looked at him, then slowly moved her hand downward. It brushed against his cock and Mathias hissed, his body jerking in reaction at the slight contact. No one had ever handled his cock before…well maybe his mum when he was a baby, but he didn't remember it, and he was sure that kind of handling was nothing compared to this.

Jasmine looked at Mathias' face as she gently wrapped her hand around his girth. The wizard's face contorted and he bit his lip, closing his eyes as her fingers curled around his cock. Gods, he looked so…sexy.

Mathias' reaction emboldened Jasmine. She was making him react like this, and it gave her a sense of power. She slid her hand down the length of him, and Mathias groaned, his eyes snapping open, his nostrils flaring. His cock was hard, but the skin over it was soft and moved with her hand. Jasmine slid her hand back up and Mathias groaned again, looking as if he wanted to devour her. The hungry look on the wizard's face made Jasmine's belly heat up and there was a sweet ache starting between her legs. She started running her hand back and forth over Mathias' organ purposefully, and the wizard began to shudder with pleasure and he dropped to her mouth again, claiming it hungrily, his hand massaging her breast roughly now in reaction to her ministrations.

Suddenly he felt himself tightening and Mathias pulled his hips away from her, breaking the kiss, his eyes fluttering as he felt pleasure building.

"What's wrong? Why did you make me stop?" she said to him brokenly.

Mathias desperately thought of something disturbing, Voldemort whipping Jasmine. The tightness loosened up. He looked down at the witch. Damn she had made him feel good. Then he realized she wanted an answer.

"You were going to make me come, and then we would have to wait to do it," he breathed at her.

Jasmine looked down at Mathias' organ. It looked even more swollen and the head was now a deeper, redder color.

"It looks like it is going to blow up," she said.

"That's how it feels too," the wizard replied, looking at her. Gods he wanted to feel himself inside her.

"I want to fuck you so badly, Jasmine."

The words came out before he could stop them and Mathias winced a little as the witch stared at him.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to talk like that…use those kind of words…" he said to the witch, slightly embarrassed. "It's just…gods…I want to do this, Jasmine. I want to know what you feel like…it just came out," Mathias said.

Actually, Mathias had said what he did with such passion and hunger, that it shot right through the witch's body. It was nasty what he said, but…it turned her on too. Somehow, since they were like this, naked, what he said didn't seem far out of line.

"That's all right Mathias," she said softly, "I want to fuck you too."

Mathias throbbed again and blinked down at Jasmine, thinking she was the kind of witch he could talk dirty to. Not knowing what to say, he kissed her again, his cock pulsing with need now. The wizard slid his body on top of hers now, his cock resting between her legs, and he started to move again, groaning as he slid back and forth against the witch.

He pulled away from her mouth, but didn't stop moving against her.

"Do you know the difference between making love and fucking, Jasmine?" he asked her.

"Yes. Making love is tender and gentle. Fucking isn't," she replied breathlessly as the wizard rolled his hips between her thighs. She spread her legs a little wider to give him more access.

"When I deflower you…do you want me to make love to you, or fuck you?" he asked the witch softly, stopping his motions. Jasmine arched into him, but he didn't continue. He wanted to know her answer.

"What do you want to do to me, Mathias?" she asked him.

The wizard stared down at her, his cock so hard it was starting to ache.

"Don't answer a question with a question," he replied, kissing Jasmine's mouth lightly. "Tell me, do you want me to make love to you or fuck you, Jasmine? I can do either one, I'm sure. I know how it's supposed to go. What I'm supposed to do."

"Isn't there something in the middle?" Jasmine asked him softly.

She didn't want Mathias to be forced to hold back. He never seemed to hold back in anything physical he did. But she didn't want him to hurt her either. He was so big. She was sure he was as big as a full-grown wizard. Bigger even.

"Yes, I think so," Mathias replied, beginning to move against her again. His cock and loins were coated with her juices, and the scent was driving him wild.

Mathias understood now what his father meant when he said sex involved all the senses. The sight, sound, feeling, and scent of Jasmine Malfoy made him want to get closer to her, as close as he could possibly get, immerse himself in everything that she was. He began kissing her again, his stomach tightening as he realized it was time for both of them to become adults. This might be the last and only time either he or Jasmine experienced sex. Neither of them might come back tomorrow.

"You might be the only witch I ever do this to, Jasmine," he said against her mouth, slowly reaching down and slipping his arm under her thigh and pulling it forward gently, folding it against her. He was still kissing her, keeping her preoccupied, sliding to her throat for a moment, then raising up and pulling her other thigh forward. He rose up on his arms and looked down at her, the witch's thighs spread beneath him.

Jasmine had never felt so vulnerable as Mathias' dark eyes looked down on her. He was perspiring…she was sure it was nerves. The wizard's black hair swung in a dark curtain around his face. He looked at her somberly, but there was heat and hunger in those eyes. She felt as if he were swallowing her down into their blackness.

Mathias looked down between their bodies and he could see Jasmine's pink core, surrounded by curling blonde hair. It was much prettier than the drawings in the book…and wetter too. He could see droplets glistening in her pubic hair. His cock was hanging a bit further down. It looked very big next to the witch's petite body. Mathias became nervous again. His father said he could fit in any witch, but it sure didn't look like it. But he had to do this. He wanted it and Jasmine wanted it. He'd just have to swallow down his misgivings and trust his father was right. He looked at Jasmine.

"Are you ready?" he asked her, his voice silky but raw.

Jasmine blinked up at him, her hands resting on either side of her head. She nodded, unable to speak she was so scared. Her blue eyes looked very wet, and Mathias' heart went out to her. He'd have to make this quick. Mathias leaned a little to the side and fingered her pussy a little bit. Jasmine squealed.

"I have to make sure you're lubricated," he said, "or it will hurt more."

Mathias then adjusted himself, looking down and watching to make sure he placed his cock in the right place. He hissed when the head came in contact with her soft, hot flesh, his body jerking slightly in reaction. Satisfied he was where he should be, he stared down at Jasmine.

"It will only hurt for a little while, Jasmine," he said softly, "Just try to relax."

Jasmine's entire body was tense as she prepared herself.

Mathias tensed himself for a moment. He had to do this hard, quick and fast.

"Hold on to me, Jasmine," he whispered.

The witch reached down and wrapped her arms around his waist…he was too high to hold his neck.

Mathias counted down silently.

"One, two, three."

Mathias thrust his body down as quick and hard as he could. He felt some resistance as Jasmine cried out, but then he was through and buried in the tightest, softest wettest warmth he could ever imagine. He felt Jasmine pulsing around him and was blown away by how good she felt. He wanted to feel more…but he had to remember Jasmine's state.

He dropped on her and kissed her, his cock planted deep in her body, trying to control the rush he felt to talk to the witch.

"Are you all right, Jasmine?" he whispered to her, his black eyes looking into hers. Tears slid from the corner of her eyes into her hair. "I'm sorry it hurt. But you feel so good around me, Jasmine…gods…so good. It will get better. Just tell me when I can move."

Mathias held himself very still inside the witch, but Merlin knows it was a huge effort. Jasmine felt as if she were being stretched over a very large, hot staff, but the pain was starting to fade.

"You can move, Mathias," she whispered up at the wizard.

Mathias gently pulled back, feeling the witch's inner walls caress his length. He shook as he slowly pressed back into her, parting her tightness. The pleasure was indescribable. He made sure to press against her clit, twisting his body a little so he was sure he stimulated the little button. Jasmine let out a moan as he stroked into her.

"Damn, Jasmine," he breathed, kissing her and stroking in and out of her body a bit deeper now. Jasmine began to move under him, thrusting her hips up and letting him go deeper. She was moaning, and it sounded as if he were doing it right.

"Do you like it?" he breathed at her, not missing one delicious stroke.

"Yessss, Mathias. You feel good," she groaned at him.

"Can I do it faster?" he asked her.

"Yes," Jasmine replied, and Mathias hungrily increased his stroke and his pleasure, pistoning into Jasmine, groaning as he did so, everything in the entire universe focused to where their bodies met. Jasmine's mouth dropped open and her fingers dug into his back, then drifted down and gripped the wizard's ass. She had no idea she was doing this, she was just feeling him inside her and responding, wanting to feel his strong, young body flexing against hers.

Mathias hitched his hips every time he stroked into Jasmine, bumping against her clit like his father said to do. The witch's voice was becoming shriller and Mathias began to hit her harder, not knowing it, but driving into the witch with some force, banging against something deep inside her over and over, as he moved faster and faster. Jasmine was calling out his name now, and the way she sounded just made him lose it. She was his now…every inch of her body was his to take, and he took it as completely as he could, raising back up on his hands and driving into her, watching her body and breasts bounce rhythmically, her eyes closed as she cried out under him. Gods, she was so beautiful he couldn't stop doing what he was doing to her.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice was saying, "you are hurting her," but his body didn't respond as he plunged into the witch, his mouth slack as he looked down and saw his thick cock sliding in and out of her pussy, coated with creamy white streaks. His body started slapping against hers rhythmically.

"Jasmine…Jasmine," he hissed as he felt the witch's pussy suddenly grip him powerfully.

"Shit!" he gasped as she screamed and began to pulse, a gush of boiling juices rolling over his cock, bathing him as she squeezed him internally.

Suddenly Mathias felt himself tighten and seem to shoot right out of his body as a flood of bliss poured through him, originating in his balls, flowing out of his cock and into Jasmine's soft, pulsing warmth. The wizard hissed the witch's name and dropped on her, clutching her as he fired shot after shot into her trembling body, his own body threatening to shake apart as he drifted. He held her so tight, Jasmine found it hard to breathe and struggled. Mathias loosened his hold as sanity returned and his release slowed and ended. Panting, he lay against the witch, his nose buried in her blonde hair, his own hair draped across her face. She panted under him, and he could feel Jasmine's heart racing against his own.

Presently he said softly against her ear, "That was crazy, Jasmine."

"No, that was good, Mathias," she replied, her hand brushing his hair back, her eyes softer than Mathias could ever remember. Jasmine seemed to be glowing, and he felt his chest swell a little with pride that he had made her look like that with his sex.

Mathias lay between Jasmine's open thighs. He had softened inside her, but didn't want to pull out. He wanted to stay inside Jasmine Malfoy forever. Fuck Voldemort. Fuck the wizarding world. He was buried in Paradise, and Paradise was all he wanted. Then he remembered 'the close.' Reluctantly and slowly he roll off her, savoring the sensation of sliding out of her. A very wet sound followed. Gods he was soaked, so was his bed. So was Jasmine. His wand was too far to get. He felt sleepy and comfortable. He pulled Jasmine into the crook of his arm, but the witch struggled away. Mathias scowled at her.

"Too hot," she panted.

Dad had never told him anything about that. But if she didn't want to be held, he wouldn't hold her. Instead he turned toward her, his black eyes sweeping over the body that gave him so much pleasure.

"I didn't know sex would be this good," he said to her, letting his hand fall on her flat belly and rubbing it softly.

"I didn't know you would be this good," the witch replied with a soft smile. Then her eyes clouded.

"What's wrong?" Mathias asked, his brow frowning also.

"I just thought about Voldemort tomorrow," the witch said. Suddenly she sat up.

"I'd better go, Mathias," Jasmine said.

"Go? Why go, Jasmine? Stay with me. I want…I want to do it again," Mathias said.

But the witch climbed over him and picked up her nightie from the floor, slipping it over her body. She pulled her wand out of her housecoat pocket and scourgified herself, then slipped the robe on. Mathias sat up on his elbows, watching her sullenly.

"Why are you leaving?" he asked her.

"I…I just need to go, Mathias," she said, walking to the bed, leaning over it and kissing him sweetly. "I'll never forget tonight. Thank you."

Then she cast a disillusionment spell on herself and exited his room.

Mathias stared after her. He should have grabbed her and thrown her back into his bed. He looked thoughtful. Maybe she had to come to terms with what she'd done…what they'd done. He hoped that she wouldn't regret it. Gods knew he didn't.

Mathias lay back in the bed, stretching out full length and folding his arms behind his head. His sheets smelled of sex and roses. He'd scourgify them in the morning. For now they were like a heady perfume. He hoped Jasmine could deal with what had happened between them. He had no regrets whatsoever. There wasn't anything in this world better than sex as far as Mathias Snape was concerned.

From this day forward, it would always be in the back of his mind.

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A/N: Sorry for the late update. Hard day today. I hope I did their first time justice. Please review.